ght to bear upon the case before the Court. It would have
been a mere episode outside of the general history, and just as likely
impress the Jury with the opinion that all the charges were trumped up
to gain a conviction in any way."

The other paused, and seemed to reflect for some minutes, when he said,
"Well, what are they about now?"

"When I left, the Court had just refused Cashel's demand to address the
jury. The Chief Baron had ruled against him, and, of course, the
charge is now being pronounced. As I know how this must run, I took the
opportunity of coming over here to see you."

"_My_ name was but once mentioned, you tell me," said the other, in an
abrupt manner.

"It was stated that you were dangerously ill, without hope of recovery,"
said Jones, faltering, and with evident awkwardness.

"And not alluded to again?" asked the other, whom there is no need of
calling Mr. Linton.

"Yes, once passingly," said Jones, still faltering.

"How do you mean, passingly?" asked Linton, in anger.

"The Crown lawyers brought forward that note of yours from Ennismore."

Linton dashed his closed fist against the table, and uttered a horrible
and blasphemous oath.

"Some bungling of yours, I'll be sworn, brought this about," said he,
savagely; "some piece of that adroit chicanery that always recoils upon
its projector."

"I 'll not endure this language, sir," said Jones. "I have done more
to serve you than any man would have stooped to in my profession. Unsay
those words."

"I do unsay them. I ask pardon for them, my dear Jones. I never meant
them seriously," said Linton, in that fawning tone he could so well
assume. "You ought to know me better than to think that _I_, who have
sworn solemnly to make your fortune, could entertain such an opinion of
you. Tell me now of this. Did Cashel say anything as the note was read?"

"Not a syllable."

"How did he look?"

"He smiled slightly."

"Ah, he smiled," said Linton, growing pale; "he smiled! He can do that
when he is most determined."

"What avails all his determination now? No narrative of his can shake
the testimony which the examination has confirmed. It was a masterstroke
of yours, Mr. Linton, to think of supplying him with counsel."

Linton smiled superciliously, as though he was accustomed to higher
flights of treachery than this. "So then," said he, at length, "you say
the case is strong against him?"

"It could scarcely be stronger."

"And the feel