“This lady” was a fashionably dressed young woman who had just bounced into the witness-box and was now being sworn.  The preliminaries being finished, she answered Miss Bellingham’s question and Mr. Loram’s by stating that her name was Augustina Gwendoline Dobbs, and that she was housemaid to Mr. George Hurst, of “The Poplars,” Eltham.

“Mr. Hurst lives alone, I believe?” said Mr. Loram.

“I don’t know what you mean by that,” Miss Dobbs began; but the barrister explained: 

“I mean that I believe he is unmarried?”

“Well, and what about it?” the witness demanded tartly.

“I am asking you a question.”

“I know that,” said the witness viciously; “and I say that you’ve no business to make any such insinuations to a respectable young lady when there’s a cook-housekeeper and a kitchenmaid living in the house, and him old enough to be my father——­”

Here his lordship flattened his eyelids with startling effect, and Mr. Loram interrupted:  “I make no insinuations.  I merely ask, Is your employer, Mr. Hurst, an unmarried man, or is he not?”

“I never asked him,” said the witness sulkily.

“Please answer my question—­yes or no?”

“How can I answer your question?  He may be unmarried or he may not.  How do I know?  I’m not a private detective.”

Mr. Loram directed a stupefied gaze at the witness, and in the ensuing silence a plaintive voice came from the bench: 

“Is the point material?”

“Certainly, my lord,” replied Mr. Loram.

“Then, as I see that you are calling Mr. Hurst, perhaps you had better put the question to him.  He will probably know.”

Mr. Loram bowed, and as the judge subsided into his normal state of coma he turned to the triumphant witness.

“Do you remember anything remarkable occurring on the twenty-third of November the year before last?”

“Yes.  Mr. John Bellingham called at our house.”

“How did you know he was Mr. John Bellingham?”

“I didn’t; but he said he was, and I supposed he knew.”

“At what time did he arrive?”

“At twenty minutes past five in the evening.”

“What happened then?”

“I told him that Mr. Hurst had not come home yet, and he said he would wait for him in the study and write some letters; so I showed him into the study and shut the door.”

“What happened next?”

“Nothing.  Then Mr. Hurst came home at his usual time—­a quarter to six—­and let himself in with his key.  He went straight through into the study, where I supposed Mr. Bellingham still was, so I took no notice, but laid the table for two.  At six o’clock Mr. Hurst came into the dining-room—­he has tea in the City and dines at six—­and when he saw the table laid for two he asked the reason.  I said I thought Mr. Bellingham was staying to dinner.