The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1892-04-30

looked at him in surprise. The othe
barnsters exchanged significant glance:
You'll consent to be search, to, won
you, Hisluck ? demanded Brightley.
Hisluck diu not answer for moment
Then, with a face deadly pale, h
answered hesitatingly, IL would rathe
not.
Tom Brightley stood petrifed witt
amazemeDt and horror. The rest 0
the mess maintained a dead silence.
The first to speak was Barassis
&C.
Mr.. Hisluck he said speaking deli
berately and so!emnly, is the mess tt
understand that diamond cross having
been lost in the room you decline tc
be searched?
No: no; not that, replied HlsIuck il
painful confusion, but would rathe
not because-because- And again ht
hesitated.
Because what? demanded Barassi.
sterply.
Because-welI, the fact is | have ar
exactly similar cross in my purse at thi:
moment
a murmur of amazement followed
this startling declaration, and significant
glances were exchanged between the
barristers.
Please produce this cross, SAID Bar.
assis.
After little nervous fumbling, His.
luck brought out his purse and from ii
he took the cross. 1t was identical in
size and construction with the missing
one.
Barassis took it IN mis- hand and ex-
amined carefully. Then he handed it
TO Herman Potts.
Is that your cross? he asked.
Herman Potts scrulinized it for q
mement.
1t is, he answered,
You're mistaken-I assure you you re
mistaken cried Hisluck, trembling all
over. It's very like it, but it's not
yours. l have had it for years.
It's mine. I'll swear it, was Potts
answer.
There was dead silence in the room
for moment. Potts again spoke:
Now that l think of it, he said, this
person (pointing to Hisluck) was seated
next to me in court when my chain was
cut. You can draw your own conclu
sions from that, gentlemen.
Again significant looks were ex-
between the barristers.
You say you have had this cross for
years, Tom Brightley then SAID 10 His
luck. How and where did you get
it?
1t was given me, answered Hisluck,
in a weak voice, by my old nurse in
Italy. l was brought up in Italy,
where my mother has TO live on account
of her health.
Given you by your OLD nurse re-
peated Tom Brightley, incredulously,
while look Of unspeakable contempt
settled on Potts face. A diamond
cross given you by your old nurse.
1t isn't diamond, it's only paste,
gasped out Hisluck desperately.
That's the reason | took it from my
chain when 1 joined the circuit. l
used to wear it as Potts did his.
Is yours real7 Brghley asked Potts.
OF course it is, answered Potts lndig-
nantly.
think, Mr.. Leader, Brightley then
said, addressing Barassls, Q. C., think
we see light at last. Hisluck says his
cross is paste. Potts says his cross was
real diamonds. Now we can easily
decide the point by having this cross
tested. If it's paste, clearly it can't be
Potts, and if it's diamond, clearly ii
must be.
Yes, yes, chorused the juniors. LIE,
it be tested.
It's only psOionging the agony, cried
Potts. That cross is mine, I'll swear.
and it's genuine too.
l should certainly say it Is, sa1d
Bormap, and l think l can tell the
difference between stone and paste.
Besides, if It's PASTE" argued Potts
why was he afraid to produce it?
Because l thought yours was paste
too, replied Hisluck, whose courage
had plucked up bit.
Bosh answered Potts roughly
That cross is the real article-anY foo
can see that-and it's mine and l de,
mand it back this instant.
Well, you certainly won't get 1t bacl
till it has been tested, replied Ton
Brightley firmly.
Then I'll go and give information o
the theft 10 the police, SAID Potts ns
ing.
Sit down, man, cried Barassls. Q. c.
angrily. This matter must be settled
here and not in a'poEce court. Wei
have no public scandals over ou
mess.
Hear, hear shouted the juniors.
The course proposed by Brightiey j
obviously the right one, the leader wen
on. The whole question turns upol
the fact of this cross being or not bein!
genuine. 1t can be. settled by sub
hitting it to an expert. l therefor
order the circuit junior to submit it to
morrow to Messrs. S9lstones, the jew
ellers, and to report to the mess to
morrow night.
Hear, hear, the barristers agaiI
cried. | don't see the use of it, salt
Potts doggedly The cross Is mine
and I'll not sit in the same room witt