Witness, by virtue of your oath, reply directly. Did this pedler offer you marriage that night after he left the prisoner?
Ryder. My lord, he did.
Prisoner. And confided to you he had orders to kill Mr. Gaunt?
Ryder. Not he, madam: that was not the way to win me. He knew that.
Prisoner. What! did not his terrible purpose peep out all the time he was making love to you?
No reply.
Prisoner. You had the kitchen to your two selves? Come, don't hesitate.
Ryder. The other servants were gone to bed. You kept the man so late.
Prisoner. O, I mean no reflection on your prudence. You went out of doors with your wooer; just to see him off?
Ryder. Not I. What for? I had nobody to make away with. I just opened the door for him, bolted it after him, and went straight to my bedroom.
Prisoner. How long had you been there when you heard the cry for help?
Ryder. Scarce ten minutes. I had not taken my stays off.
Prisoner. If you and Thomas Hayes speak true, that gives half an hour you were making love with the murderer after he left me. Am I correct?
The witness now saw whither she had been led, and changed her manner: she became sullen, and watched an opportunity to stab.
Prisoner. Had he a mole on his brow?
Ryder. Not that I know of.
Prisoner. Why, where were your eyes then, when the murderer saluted you at parting?
Ryder's eyes flashed; but she felt her temper tried, and governed it all the more severely. She treated the question with silent contempt.
Prisoner. But you pass for a discreet woman; perhaps you looked modestly down when the assassin saluted you?
Ryder. If he saluted me, perhaps I did.
Prisoner. In that case you could not see his mole; but you must have noticed his shoes. Were these the shoes he wore? Look at them well.
Ryder (after inspecting them). I do not recognize them.
Prisoner. Will you swear these were not the shoes he had on?
Ryder. How can I swear that? I know nothing about the man's shoes. If you please, my lord, am I to be kept here all day with her foolish, trifling questions?
Judge. All day, and all night too, if Justice requires it. The law is not swift to shed blood.
Prisoner. My lord and the gentlemen of the jury were here before you, and will be kept here after you. Prithee, attend. Look at that drawing of Hernshaw Castle and Hernshaw Mere. Now take this pencil, and mark your bedroom on the drawing.
The pencil was taken from the prisoner, and handed to Ryder. She waited, like a cat, till it came close to her; then recoiled with an admirable scream. "Me handle a thing hot from the hand of a murderess! It makes me tremble all over!"
This cruel stab affected the prisoner visibly. She put her hand to her bosom, and, with tears in her eyes, faltered out a request to the judge that she might sit down a minute.
Judge. To be sure you may. And you, my good woman, must not run before the court. By law a prisoner is innocent till found guilty by his peers. How do you know what evidence she may have in store? At present we have only heard one side. Be more moderate.
The prisoner rose promptly to her feet. "My lord, I welcome the insult that has disgusted your lordship and the gentlemen of the jury, and won me those good words of comfort." To Ryder: "What sort of a night was it?"
Ryder. Very little moon, but a clear, starry night.
