COKESON. Your lordship mustn't ask me that, or I shall have to tell you what I was told—and that'd never do.     

       THE JUDGE. [Smiling] The office-boy made a statement.     

       COKESON. Egg-zactly.     

       FROME. What I want to ask you, Mr. Cokeson, is this. In the course of her appeal to see Falder, did the woman say anything that you specially remember?     

       COKESON. [Looking at him as if to encourage him to complete the sentence]       A leetle more, sir.     

       FROME. Or did she not?     

       COKESON. She did. I shouldn't like you to have led me to the answer.     

       FROME. [With an irritated smile] Will you tell the jury what it was?     

       COKESON. "It's a matter of life and death."     

       FOREMAN OF THE JURY. Do you mean the woman said that?     

       COKESON. [Nodding] It's not the sort of thing you like to have said to you.     

       FROME. [A little impatiently] Did Falder come in while she was there?       [COKESON nods] And she saw him, and went away?     

       COKESON. Ah! there I can't follow you. I didn't see her go.     

       FROME. Well, is she there now?     

       COKESON. [With an indulgent smile] No!     

       FROME. Thank you, Mr. Cokeson. [He sits down.]     

       CLEAVER. [Rising] You say that on the morning of the forgery the prisoner was jumpy. Well, now, sir, what precisely do you mean by that word?     

       COKESON. [Indulgently] I want you to understand. Have you ever seen a dog that's lost its master? He was kind of everywhere at once with his eyes.     

       CLEAVER. Thank you; I was coming to his eyes. You called them 

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