Marlow.  Yes, Sir.

Clerk.  Is that the box?

Marlow.  Yes Sir.

Clerk.  And did you miss the same at 8.45 on the following morning, on going to remove the tray?

Marlow.  Yes, Sir.

Clerk.  Is the female prisoner known to you?

     [Marlow nods.]

Is she the charwoman employed at 6, Rockingham Gate?

     [Again Marlow nods.]

Did you at the time of your missing the box find her in the room alone?

Marlow.  Yes, Sir.

Clerk.  Did you afterwards communicate the loss to your employer, and did he send you to the police station?

Marlow.  Yes, Sir.

Clerk. [To Mrs. Jones.] Have you anything to ask him?

Mrs. Jones.  No, sir, nothing, thank you, sir.

Clerk. [To Jones.] James Jones, have you anything to ask this witness?

Jones.  I don’t know ’im.

Magistrate.  Are you sure you put the box in the place you say at the time you say?

Marlow.  Yes, your Worship.

Magistrate.  Very well; then now let us have the officer.

     [Marlow leaves the box, and Snow goes into it.]

Usher.  The evidence you give to the court shall be the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you God. [The book is kissed.]

Clerk. [Reading from his papers.] Your name is Robert Allow?  You are a detective in the X. B. division of the Metropolitan police force?  According to instructions received did you on Easter Tuesday last proceed to the prisoner’s lodgings at 34, Merthyr Street, St. Soames’s?  And did you on entering see the box produced, lying on the table?

Snow.  Yes, Sir.

Clerk.  Is that the box?

Snow. [Fingering the box.] Yes, Sir.

Clerk.  And did you thereupon take possession of it, and charge the female prisoner with theft of the box from 6, Rockingham Gate?  And did she deny the same?

Snow.  Yes, Sir.

Clerk.  Did you take her into custody?

Snow.  Yes, Sir.

Magistrate.  What was her behaviour?

Snow.  Perfectly quiet, your Worship.  She persisted in the denial. 
That’s all.

Magistrate.  Do you know her?

Snow.  No, your Worship.

Magistrate.  Is she known here?

Bald constable.  No, your Worship, they’re neither of them known, we ’ve nothing against them at all.

Clerk. [To Mrs. Jones.] Have you anything to ask the officer?

Mrs. Jones.  No, sir, thank you, I ’ve nothing to ask him.

Magistrate.  Very well then—­go on.