It
would not be possible to hang a man for a murder simply because he
had fabricated a key,--even though he might possibly have obtained
the use of a grey coat for a few hours. There was no tittle of
evidence to show that he had ever had the great coat on his
shoulders, or that he had been out of the house on that night. Lord
Fawn, to his infinite disgust, was taken to the prison in which
Mealyus was detained, and was confronted with the man, but he could
say nothing. Mealyus, at his own suggestion, put on the coat, and
stalked about the room in it. But Lord Fawn would not say a word. The
person whom he now saw might have been the man in the street, or Mr.
Finn might have been the man, or any other man might have been the
man. Lord Fawn was very dignified, very reserved, and very unhappy.
To his thinking he was the great martyr of this trial. Phineas Finn
was becoming a hero. Against the twelve jurymen the finger of scorn
would never be pointed. But his sufferings must endure for his
life--might probably embitter his life to the very end.
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