Zillah bent over the two rings for a while, turning them about.
"This is worth about thirty, and that about fifty pounds," she replied at last.
"In other words, these two rings are similar in style and value to the best rings in that tray?"
"Yes."
"Do you recognize those two rings!"
"No—not at all."
Mr. Parminter paused a moment, and caught the jury's attention with a sharp glance of his eye before he turned again to the witness.
"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.
