The fact was, Crepitude was afraid to refer to the moles.

In mentioning the moles to Priam he might be staking all to lose all.
However, Pennington, K.C., alluded to the moles.

But not until he had conclusively proved to the judge, in a cross-questioning of two hours' duration, that Priam knew nothing of Priam's own youth, nor of painting, nor of the world of painters.

He made a sad mess of Priam.

And Priam's voice grew fainter and fainter, and his gestures more and more self-incriminating.
Pennington, K.C., achieved one or two brilliant little effects.
"Now you say you went with the defendant to his club, and that he told you of the difficulty he was in!" "Yes." "Did he make you any offer of money ?" "Yes." "Ah! What did he offer you ?" "Thirty-six thousand pounds." (Sensation in court.) "So! And what was this thirty-six thousand pounds to be for ?" "I don't know." "You don't know?
Come now." "I don't know." "You accepted the offer ?" "No, I refused it." (Sensation in court.) "Why did you refuse it ?" "Because I didn't care to accept it." "Then no money passed between you that day ?" "Yes.