"
"But did you see him, Bogle?"
"I told you, Mr. Hawkins, I did not."
"Excuse me, that was on the first occasion."
"Well, this was the same."
"Same flea?"
"I suppose."
"Same time--ten minutes past eleven?"
"Yes."
"Then all I can say is, he must have been a very punctual old flea."
Exit Bogle, and with him his evidence.
After the trial had been proceeding for some time, Baigent was giving
evidence of the family pedigree.
Honeyman whispered, "We might as well have the first chapter of
Genesis and read that."
"Genesis!" said Hawkins; "I want to get to the last chapter of
Revelation."
One day Mr. J.L. Toole came in, and was invited to sit next to Mr.
Hawkins, which he did.
At the adjournment for luncheon the Claimant muttered as they passed
along, "There's Toole come to learn actin' from 'Arry Orkins."
There was one witness who ought not to be forgotten. It was Mr.
Biddulph, a relation of the Tichborne family, a good-natured, amiable
man, willing to oblige any one, and a county magistrate--"one of
the most amiable county magistrates I have ever met, a man of the
strictest honour and unimpeachable integrity."
He had been asked by the dowager lady to recognize her son.
"I don't see how I can," said he. "I am willing to oblige, but not at
the expense of truth. Better get some one else who knew him better
than I did.
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