"Did any see the poison given? Was poison found?"
"Marry, no, my liege."
"Then how doth one know there was poison given at all?"
"Please your majesty, the doctors testified that none die with such symptoms but but poison."
Weighty evidence, this—in that simple age. Tom recognized its formidable nature, and said—
"The doctor knoweth his trade—belike they were right. The matter hath an ill look for this poor man."
"Yet was not this all, your majesty; there is more and worse. Many testified that a witch, since gone from the village, none know whither, did foretell, and speak it privately in their ears, that the sick man would die by poison—and more, that a stranger would give it—a stranger with brown hair and clothed in a worn and common garb; and surely this prisoner doth answer woundily to the bill. Please your majesty to give the circumstance that solemn weight which is its due, seeing it was foretold."
This was an argument of tremendous force, in that superstitious day. Tom felt that the thing was settled; if evidence was worth any thing, this poor fellow's guilt was proved. Still he offered the prisoner a chance, saying—
"If thou canst say aught in thy behalf, speak."
"Nought that will avail, my king. I am innocent, yet cannot I make it appear. I have no friends, else might I show that I was not in Islington that day; so also might I show that at that hour they name I was above a league away, seeing I was at Wapping Old Stairs; yea more, my King, for I could show, that whilst they say I was taking life, I was saving it. A drowning boy"—
"Peace! Sheriff, name the day the deed was done!"
"At ten in the morning, or some minutes later, the first day of the new year, most illustrious"—
