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Gylingden, however, was one of those places which, if it knows anything, is sure to find a way of telling it, and the attorney was soon satisfied that Mark's secret visit had been conducted with sufficient caution to baffle the eyes and ears of the good folk of the town. Well, one thing was plain.
It was not the condition that stipulated he should come alone. His experience had taught him many will confess, or betray, to the district attorney who, to a deputy, will tell nothing. The condition that puzzled him was the one that insisted he should come at once or it would be "too late." Why was haste so imperative?
As a collector of facts and marshaller of observations, he had not a rival in that age; his very absence of imagination aided him in this work. But he was more an attorney than philosopher, and he lacked that sublime humility which is the crown of genius.
"I was out very early, to make sure the servants had the house ready." Phelps was red now. "Are you insinuating anything, Mackay?" The little district attorney was demonstrating a certain quality of dogged perseverance. "Some one put the needle in the curtain before the company arrived. You probably were in the house at the time; or at the least your servants were.
Fetters," signed it with the name of Ellen Treadwell, as executrix, by himself as her attorney, swore to it before the clerk, and handed it to that official, who raised his eyebrows as soon as he saw the endorsement. "Now, Mr. Munroe," said Caxton, "if you'll enter that on the docket, now, as of to-day, I'll be obliged to you. I'd rather have the transaction all finished up while I wait.
"Nothing shall make me tamper with justice; nothing," said he. "But even if it were as you say, you cannot do anything to her," said Round. "I'll try," said Mason. "You have been my attorney, and what you know in the matter you are bound to tell. And I'll make you tell, sir." "Upon my word," said Round, "this is beyond bearing. Mr. Mason, I must trouble you to walk out of my office."
His attorneys were leading up to that very point in such a manner that, when the climax was reached, she would involuntarily betray herself as she did thus confirming in the strongest manner the testimony already given." "I believe you may be right," said the attorney, musingly, "though it had not occurred to me."
The effect of the name of the District Attorney was magical. For the moment, the crowd fell back. Before the tough waiters or anyone else could make up their minds just what to do, Kennedy, who had tucked the box into his capacious side pocket, took each of us by the arm and we shoved our way through the crowd. The head waiter followed us to the door, but offered no resistance.
With a feeling of uselessness and defeat, Emmet Dardis let the last witness go. The State promptly rested its case. Dardis began calling his witnesses. He realised how pitifully inadequate their testimony would be when placed beside the chain of facts which the District Attorney had pieced together. They were in the main character witnesses, hardly more.
"People don't go back often enough." "Bother!" said Mr. Grey, finishing his second and last glass of port-wine. "Do keep yourself in some degree to the question in dispute. In advising an attorney of to-day as to how he is to treat a client you can't do any good by going back to Adam and Eve. Augustus is the heir, and I am bound to protect the property for him from these money-lending harpies.
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