"Could you have recognized any of the rings in that tray?" he asked.
"No!" said Zillah. "I could not."
"Then you could not possibly say--one way or another, if those rings were
taken out of that tray?"
"No!"
"The fact is that all those rings--the two on the half-sheet of notepaper,
and twenty-seven on the tray--are all of the same class as regards age and
style--all very much of a muchness?"
"Yes," admitted Zillah.
"And you can't--you are on your oath remember!--you can't definitely say
that those two rings were not picked up from that tray, amongst the
others?"
"No," replied Zillah. "But I can't say that they were! And--I don't
believe they were. I don't believe they were our rings!"
Mr. Parminter smiled quietly and again swept the interested jurymen with
his quick glance.
Then he turned to Zillah with another set of questions.
"How long have you known the last witness--Andrew Lauriston?" he enquired.
"Since one day last week," replied Zillah.
She had flushed at the mention of Lauriston's name, and Mr. Parminter was
quick to see it.
"How did you get to know him?" he continued.
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