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Mr. Cruncher's attention was here diverted to the door-keeper,

whom he saw making his way to Mr. Lorry, with the note in his

hand. Mr. Lorry sat at a table, among the gentlemen in wigs: not

far from a wigged gentleman, the prisoner's counsel, who had a

great bundle of papers before him: and nearly opposite another

wigged gentleman with his hands in his pockets, whose whole

attention, when Mr. Cruncher looked at him then or afterwards,

seemed to be concentrated on the ceiling of the court. After some

gruff coughing and rubbing of his chin and signing with his hand,

Jerry attracted the notice of Mr. Lorry, who had stood up to look

for him, and who quietly nodded and sat down again.

"What's he got to do with the case?" asked the man he had spoken

with.

"Blest if I know," said Jerry.

"What have you got to do with it, then, if a person may inquire?"

"Blest if I know that either," said Jerry.