eath those very jewels to her
daughter, the present Miss Folliard, on the condition that she too
should consider them as her private property?"

"Why, I believe she did; indeed, I am sure of it, because I was present
at the time."

"In what part of the house were those jewels deposited?"

"In a large oak cabinet that stands in a recess in my library."

"Did you keep what you call the Folliard jewels there?"

"Yes, all our jewellery was kept there."

"But there was no portion of the Folliard jewellery touched?"

"No; but the Bingham sets were all taken, and all found upon the
prisoner."

"What was your opinion of the prisoner's circumstances?"

"I could form no opinion about them."

"Had he not the reputation of being an independent man?"

"I believe such was the impression."

"In what style of life did he live?"

"Certainly in the style of a gentleman."

"Do you think, then, that necessity was likely to tempt a man of
independence like him to steal your daughter's jewels?"

"I'd advise you, Sergeant Fox, not to put me out of temper; I haven't
much to spare just now. What the deuce are you at?"

"Will you answer my question?"

"No, I don't think it was."

"If the Bingham jewellery had been stolen by a thief, do you think that
thief would have left the Folliard jewellery behind him?"

"I'll take my oath you wouldn't, if you had been in the place of the
person that took them. You'd have put the Bingham jewellery in one
pocket, and balanced it with the Folliard in the other. But," he added,
after a slight pause, "the villain stole from me a jewel more valuable
and dearer to her father's heart than all the jewellery of the universal
world put together. He stole my child, my only child," and as he spoke
the tears ran slowly down his cheeks. The court and spectators were
touched by this, and Fox felt that it was a point against them. Even he
himself was touched, and saw that, with respect to Reilly's safety, the
sooner he got rid of the old man, for the present at least, the better.

"Mr. Folliard," said he, "you may withdraw now. Your daughter loved,
as what woman has not? There stands the object of her affections, and I
appeal to your own feelings whether any living woman could be blamed for
loving such a man. You may go down, sir, for the present."

The prosecuting counsel then said: "My lord, we produce Miss Folliard
herself to bear testimony against this man. Crier, let Helen Folliard be
called."