Polton handed them to him, and they were invaluable to him for his cross-examination.

I haven't seen them yet; in fact, I have only just got them back from him.

Let us go through them together now." He opened a drawer, and taking from it my note-book, seated himself, and began to read through my notes with grave attention, while I stood and looked shyly over his shoulder.

On the page that contained my sketches of the Sidcup arm, showing the distribution of the snails' eggs on the bones, he lingered with a faint smile that made me turn hot and red.
"Those sketches look rather footy," I said; "but I had to put something in my note-book." "You didn't attach any importance, then, to the facts that they illustrated ?" "No.

The egg-patches were there, so I noted the fact.