This esteemed advocate, the hero of a hundred cases, was not afraid to have it known that Arthur had harnessed that mare; he even wanted it known.

Why?
There could be but one answer to that--or, so I thought, at the moment.
The next, I did not know what to think; for he failed to pursue this subject, and simply asked Arthur if, upon leaving, he had locked the stable-door.
"Yes--no,--I don't remember," was the bungling, and greatly confused reply.
Mr.Moffat glanced at the jury, the smile still on his lips.

Did he wish to impress that body with the embarrassment of his client?
"Relate what followed.

I am sure the jury will be glad to hear your story from your own lips." "It's a beastly one, but if I've got to tell it, here it is: I went straight down to Cuthbert Road and across the fields to the club-house.

I had not taken the key to the front door, because I knew of a window I could shake loose.