Among the latter were
Mrs. Tynan and her daughter and Malachi Deely; among those who held their
breath in suspence were John Sibley, Studd Bradley the financier, and the
Young Doctor. The swish of a skirt seemed ridiculously loud in the hush,
and the scratching of the judge's quill pen was noisily irritating.
"My name in Ireland was James Shiel Gathorne Crozier, commonly called
Shiel Crozier," came the even reply from the witness-box.
"James Shiel Gathorne Crozier in Ireland, but James Gathorne Kerry here!"
Burlingame turned to the jury significantly. "What other name have you
been known by in or out of Ireland?" he added sharply to Crozier. "No
other name so far as I know."
"No other name so far as you know," repeated the lawyer in a sarcastic
tone intended to impress the court.
"Who was your father?"
"John Gathorne Crozier."
"Any title?"
"He was a baronet."
"What was his business?"
"He had no profession, though he had business, of course."
"Ah, he lived by his wits?"
"No, he was not a lawyer! I have said he had no profession. He lived on
his money on his estate."
The judge waved down the laughter at Burlingame's expense.
"In official documents what was his description?" snarled Burlingame.
"'Gentleman' was his designation in official documents."
"You, then, were the son of a gentleman?" There was a hateful suggestion
in the tone.
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