"When this terrible crime was investigated by the Crown twenty years ago," the Chancellor declared, pointing an accusing finger at Hawksley, "you pinned absolutely everything on Baron Arthur Kingsley. With the help of Lord Farrington, you switched the shipping records. You made Arthur look like the criminal, while you kept the dirty gold."
Hawksley gripped the wooden railing. He shook his head frantically.
"That is not true!" Hawksley spoke, his voice cracking loudly. "I am a gentleman! I would never do such a thing!"
The Chancellor did not stop. He began assuming the rest of the dark history, using the pure logic of the evidence to get Hawksley to finally make a mistake.
