The accused was led away between two constables, bail being refused, and Brighton had perforce to moderate its impatience until the Wednesday.
"On that day the court was crowded to overflowing; actors, playwrights, literary men of all sorts had fought for admission to study for themselves the various phases and faces in connection with the case.
Mrs.Morton was not present when the prisoner, quiet and self-possessed, was brought in and placed in the dock.

His solicitor was with him, and a sensational defence was expected.
"Presently there was a stir in the court, and that certain sound, half rustle, half sigh, which preludes an expected palpitating event.

Mr.
Morton, pale, thin, wearing yet in his hollow eyes the stamp of those five days of suffering, walked into court leaning on the arm of his doctor--Mrs.Morton was not with him.
"He was at once accommodated with a chair in the witness-box, and the magistrate, after a few words of kindly sympathy, asked him if he had anything to add to his written statement.

On Mr.Morton replying in the negative, the magistrate added: "'And now, Mr.Morton, will you kindly look at the accused in the dock and tell me whether you recognize the person who took you to the room in Russell House and then assaulted you ?' "Slowly the sick man turned towards the prisoner and looked at him; then he shook his head and replied quietly: "'No, sir, that certainly was not the man.' "'You are quite sure ?' asked the magistrate in amazement, while the crowd literally gasped with wonder.
"'I swear it,' asserted Mr.Morton.
"'Can you describe the man who assaulted you ?' "'Certainly.

He was dark, of swarthy complexion, tall, thin, with bushy eyebrows and thick black hair and short beard.