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 FragmentWelcome to consult...f his own accord. Kicked on that
occasion for cheating at dice? Something to that effect was said by
the intoxicated liar who committed the assault, but it was not true.
Swear it was not true? Positively. Ever live by cheating at play?
Never. Ever live by play? Not more than other gentlemen do. Ever
borrow money of the prisoner? Yes. Ever pay him? No. Was not
this intimacy with the prisoner, in reality a very slight one, forced
upon the prisoner in coaches, inns, and packets? No. Sure he saw
the prisoner with these lists? Certain. Knew no more about the
lists? No. Had not procured them himself, for instance? No.
Expect to get anything by this evidence? No. Not in regular
government pay and employment, to lay traps? Oh dear no. Or to
do anything? Oh dear no. Swear that? Over and again. No motives
but motives of sheer patriotism? None whatever.

The virtuous servant, Roger Cly, swore his way through the
case at a great rate. He had taken service with the prisoner, in
good faith and simplicity, four years ago. He had asked the
prisoner, aboard the Calais packet, if he wanted a handy fellow,
and the prisoner had engaged him. He had not asked the prisoner
to take the handy fellow as an act of charity—never thought of
such a thing. He began to have suspicions of the prisoner, and to

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keep an eye upon him, soon afterwards. In arranging his clothes,
while travelling, he had seen similar lists in the prisoner’s pockets,
over and over again. He had taken these lists from the drawer of
the prisoner’s desk. He had not put them there first. He had seen
the prisoner show these identical lists to French gentlemen at
Calais, and similar lists to French gentlemen, both at Calais and
Boulogne. He loved his country, and couldn’t bear it, and had
given information. He had never been suspected of stealing a
silver teapot; he had been maligned respecting a mustard-pot, but
it turned out to be only a plated one. He had known the last
witness seven or eight years; that was merely a coincidence. He
didn’t call it a particularly curious coincidence; most coincidences
were curious. Neither did he call it a curious coincidence that true
patriotism was his only motive too. He was a true Briton, and
hoped there were many like him.

The blue-flies buzzed again, and Mr. Attorney-General called
Mr. Jarvis Lorry.

“Mr. Jarvis Lorry, are you a clerk in Tellson’s Bank?

“I am.”

“On a certain Friday night in November one thousand seven
hundred and seventy-five, did business occasion you to travel
between London and Dover by the mail?”

“It did.”

“Were there any other passengers in the mail?”

“Two.”

“Did they alight on the road in the course of the night?”

“They did.”

“Mr. Lorry, look upon the prisoner. Was he one of those two
passengers?”

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“I cannot undertake to say that he was.”

“Does he resemble either of those two passengers?”

“Both were so wrapped up, and the night was so dark, and we
were all so reserved, that I cannot undertake to say even that.”

“Mr. Lorry, look again upon the prisoner. Supposing him
wrapped up as those two passengers were, is there anything in his
bulk and stature to render it unlikely that he was one of them?”

“No.”

“You will not swear, Mr. Lorry, that he was not one of them?”

“No.”

“So at least you say that he may have been one of them?”

“Yes. Except that I remember them both to have been—like
myself—timorous of highwaymen, and the prisoner has not a
timorous air.”

“Did you ever see a counterfeit of timidity, Mr. Lorry?”

“I certainly have seen that.”

“Mr. Lorry, look once more upon the prisoner. Have you seen
him, to your certain knowledge, before?”

“I have.”

“When?”

“I was returning from France a few days afterwards, and, at
Calais, the prisoner came on board the packet-ship in which I
returned, and made the voyage with me.”

“At what hour did he come on board?”

“At a little after midnight.”

“In the dead of the night. Was he the only passenger wh