false.  When questioned with regard to that most impressive of all episodes in Roger’s life, his love for his cousin, now Lady Radcliffe, he showed himself unacquainted not merely with precise dates, but with the broad outline of the story and the order of events.  His answers on these matters were again confused, and wholly irreconcilable.  Yet the Solicitor-General persisting for good reasons in interrogating him on the slanderous story of the sealed packet, he was compelled to repeat in Court, though with considerable variations, what he had long ago caused to be bruited abroad.  Mrs. (she was not then Lady) Radcliffe, by her own wish, sat in Court beside her husband, confronting the false witness, and they had the satisfaction of hearing him convicted, out of his own mouth, and by the damnatory evidence of documents of undisputed authenticity, of a deliberate series of abominable inventions.  It was during the course of this trial that the pocket-book left behind by the Claimant at Wagga-Wagga was brought to England.  It was found to contain what appeared to be early attempts at Tichborne signatures, in the form “Rodger Charles Titchborne,” besides such entries as “R.C.T., Bart., Tichborne Hall, Surrey, England, G.B.;” and among other curious memoranda in the Claimant’s handwriting was the name and address, in full, of Arthur Orton’s old sweetheart, at Wapping—­the “respectiabel place” of which he had assured his supporters in England that he had not the slightest knowledge.  The exposure of Mr. Baigent’s unscrupulous partisanship by Mr. Hawkins, and the address to the jury by Sir John Coleridge, followed in due course, and then a few family witnesses, including Lady Radcliffe, were heard, who deposed, among many other matters, to the famous tattoo marks on Roger’s arm; and, finally, the jury declared that they were satisfied.  Then the Claimant’s advisers, to avoid the inevitable verdict for their opponents, elected to be non-suit.  But, notwithstanding these tactics, Lord Chief-Justice Bovill, under his warrant, immediately committed the Claimant to Newgate, on a charge of wilful and corrupt perjury.

Those who fondly hoped that the great Tichborne imposture had now for ever broken down, and that the last in public had been seen of the perjured villain, were mistaken, as, after a few weeks in Newgate, the Claimant was released on bail in the sum of L10,000—­his sureties being Earl Rivers, Mr. Guildford Onslow, M.P., Mr. Whalley, M.P., and Mr. Alban Attwood, a medical man residing at Bayswater.  Now began that systematic agitation on the Claimant’s behalf, and those public appeals for subscriptions, which were so remarkable a feature of the thirteen months’ interval between the civil and the criminal trial.  The Tichborne Romance, as it was called, had made the name of the Claimant famous; and sightseers throughout the kingdom were anxious to get a glimpse of “Sir Roger.”  It was true his case had entirely broken down, but the multitude were struck by the