up the defence he had anticipated. I set it up, but I don't think it did much good. The jury, who were perfectly well aware that this was Polter's first case, had no idea but that I was an old hand at it; and no doubt thought me an uncommonly clumsy one. They had made every allowance for Polter, who needed nothing of the kind, and they made none at all for me, who needed all they had at their disposal. I soon relinquished my original line of defence, and endeavoured to influence the jury by vehement assertions of my personal conviction of the prisoner's innocence. I warmed with my subject, (for Polter had not anticipated me here), and I believe I grew really eloquent. I think I staked my professional reputation on her innocence, and I sat down expressing my confidence in a verdict that would restore the unfortunate lady to a circle of private friends, several of whom were waiting in the court below to testify to her excellent character.
"Call witnesses to Mrs. Briggs's character," said I.
"Witnesses to the character of Briggs!" shouted the crier.
The cry was repeated three or four times outside the court; but there was no response.
"No witnesses to Briggs's character here, my lord!" said the crier.
Of course I knew this very well; but it sounded respectable to expect them.
"Dear, dear," said I, "this is really most unfortunate. They must have mistaken the day."
"Shouldn't wonder," observed Polter, rather drily.
I was not altogether sorry that I had no witnesses to
