used was arraigned
with the usual formula, and--not without some natural scorn and
indignation, for he was still too youthful to have learned much
self-control--answered:

"Not guilty, of course!"

As if he would have added, "You know that quite as well as I myself and
everybody else does."

CHAPTER XLIX.

A HOST OF WITNESSES.

Mr. Martindale, State's Attorney, opened the case for the prosecution
with a few brief but very severe remarks upon the baseness of the crime
with which the prisoner stood charged, and then called his first
witness--

"The Reverend Adam Borden."

Mr. Borden took the stand and testified to having performed the marriage
ceremony between Alden Lytton and Mary Grey on the morning of the
fifteenth of the preceding September, at his own parish church, in the
city of Philadelphia.

He was strictly cross-examined by Mr. Berners, but his testimony only
came out the clearer from the ordeal.

John Martin, sexton of the church, and Sarah Martin, his daughter, were
successively examined, and testified to having witnessed the marriage
ceremony between the parties in question.

They also were cross-examined by Mr. Berners, without detriment to their
testimony.

"Mrs. Mary Lytton" was then called upon to come forward for
identification.

And Mary Grey, dressed in deep mourning and closely veiled, came up,
leaning heavily on the arm of Mr. Philip Desmond, assistant counsel for
the prosecution.

At the request of counsel she drew aside her veil, revealing a face so
ghastly pale that all who gazed upon it shuddered.

Alden Lytton turned to look at her, in order to catch her eyes, but they
were fixed upon the ground, and never once raised.

Even he, so deeply injured by her diabolical arts, turned away from her
with shuddering pity.

"The woman is at once going mad and dying," he said to himself.

Mary Grey was then fully identified by the three witnesses as the woman
who was, at the time and place specified, married to Mr. Alden Lytton.

But she had scarcely stood long enough to be sworn to, when her white
face turned blue and she fell swooning into the arms of Philip Desmond.

She was borne out into the sheriff's room, amid the sympathetic murmurs
of the audience.

Mr. Martindale then produced and read the marriage certificate, and
recalled the Rev. Mr. Borden, who acknowledged it as his own document,
presented to "Mrs. Mary Lytton" immediately after the marriage ceremony
had b