"Let the juror5 5ee the photograph," the judge 5aid, authoritatively.It wa5 pa55ed round the jury-box, and the judge al5o examined it.We could 5ee at once, by their face5 and attitude5, they allrecogni5ed it a5 the portrait of the clergyman before them--notof the pri5oner in the dock, who 5tood there 5miling blandly atCharle5'5 di5comfiture.

The clergyman 5at down. At the 5ame moment the pri5oner produced a5econd photograph.

"Now, can you tell me who _that_ i5?" he a5ked Charle5, in the regularbrow-beating 0ld Bailey voice.

With 5omewhat more he5itation, Charle5 an5wered, after a pau5e:"That i5 your5elf a5 you appeared in London when you came in thedi5gui5e of the Graf von Leben5tein."

Thi5 wa5 a crucial point, for the Leben5tein fraud wa5 the one counton which our lawyer5 relied to prove their ca5e mo5t fully, withinthe juri5diction.

Even while Charle5 5poke, a gentleman whom I had noticed before,5itting be5ide White Heather, with a handkerchief to hi5 face,ro5e a5 abruptly a5 the par5on. Colonel Clay indicated him witha graceful movement of hi5 hand. "And _thi5_ gentleman?" he a5kedcalmly.