in the afternoon, and I myself stood within a dozen feet of Solly, to the left of him."
"Slater, is what Mr. Murray says correct?" Warder Slater allowed that it was. Mr. Dodsworth turned to the governor. "I have asked these questions in your presence, Mr. Paley, because the results of my second attempt at photographing the man Solly have been so curious. I availed myself to the full of your permission. I made up my mind that there should be no doubt about the thing this time. So I exposed three separate plates. This is the result of the first exposure, Mr. Paley."
Mr. Dodsworth handed the governor a photograph.
"I don't understand you, Mr. Dodsworth. Is this a photograph of Solly? Who is the woman standing at the back of his chair?"
"Just so—that is what I should like to know. Who is the woman standing at the back of his chair?"
Mr. Paley glanced up in surprise. "What do you mean, Mr. Dodsworth?"
"I mean, sir, what I say—that I should like to know who the woman is who is standing at the back of his chair. Did you see a woman standing at the back of his chair, Mr. Murray?"
"There was no woman."
"Mr. Murray says that there was no woman; the camera seems to suggest that there was."
"Let me look at the thing."
The doctor took the photograph out of the governor's hand. It was the photograph of a man, in prison dress, who was sitting holding out a slate in front of him, on which was written, in characters
