"I'll sign." The doctor raised him a trifle, and moistened his lips with brandy as he gave him the pen.

It scratched for a moment or two, and then fell from his relaxing fingers, while the man who took the paper wrote across the foot of it, and then would have handed it to Colonel Barrington, but that Dane quietly laid his hand upon it.
"No," he said.

"If you want another witness take me." Barrington thanked him with a gesture, and Courthorne, looking round, saw Stimson.
"You have been very patient, Sergeant, and it's rough on you that the one man you can lay your hands upon is slipping away from you," he said.

"You'll see by my deposition that Winston thought me as dead as the rest of you did." Stimson nodded to the magistrate.

"I heard what was read, and it is confirmed by the facts I have picked up," he said.
Then Courthorne turned to Barrington.