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The visitor looked round and saw that the three men who were following were out of ear shot. "Suppose I came to-morrow night," he said, lowering his voice, "and helped you to get away? What is your ward?" "No. 6," said the other in the same tone. His eyes were blazing. "Do you think you will remember?" asked Briggerland. Thun nodded.
He had to wait a little while before a second attendant arrived to conduct him to the medical superintendent, an elderly man who did not seem overwhelmed with joy at the honour Mr. Briggerland was paying him. "I'm sorry I shan't be able to show you round, Mr. Briggerland," he said. "I have an engagement in town, but my assistant, Dr.
"I went to a café and had a glass of wine, then I strolled about the town and lunched at the Victoria. I caught the one o'clock train to Monte Carlo." "Did you hear nothing of the murder?" "Not a word," said Mr. Briggerland, "not a word." "Did you see the car?" Mr. Briggerland shook his head. "I left some time before poor Lydia," he said softly.
It was unusual of Marcus to appear at the dinner hour, except in evening dress, and she remarked the fact wonderingly. "Can I have a word with you, Jean?" he asked. "What is it, what is it?" asked Mr. Briggerland testily. "Haven't we had enough mysteries?" Marcus eyed him without favour.
"We'll have another one, if you don't mind," he said unpleasantly, and the girl, whose every sense was alert, picked up a wrap and walked into the garden, with Marcus following on her heels. Ten minutes passed and they did not return, a quarter of an hour went by, and Mr. Briggerland grew uneasy.
Times have changed on the Riviera, and so many people go to Cannes. The old road is almost now deserted." At eleven o'clock Mr. Briggerland came to a certain part of the road and found a hiding-place for his motor-cycle a small plantation of olive trees on the hill side. Incidentally it was an admirable resting place, for from here he commanded an extensive view of the western road.
He doesn't approve of some new tyres that have been bought for the car," she said coolly. "And don't ask me questions. I've got a headache and I'm dying for a cup of chocolate." "If that fellow gives you any trouble he'll be sorry," said Briggerland. "And let me tell you this, Jean, that marriage idea of yours " She only looked at him, but he knew the look and wilted.
"It's a damned lie!" he said, and she stared at him. "Now tell me what has happened to Lydia Meredith," he went on, "and let me tell you this, Jean Briggerland, that if one hair of that girl's head is harmed, I will finish the work I began out there," he pointed to the garden, "and strangle you with my own hands."
Thun nodded. "Of course, I was perfectly innocent," he explained to Briggerland seriously, and taking the visitor's arm he strolled across the field, the doctor and the two attendants following at a distance. Mr. Briggerland breathed a little more quickly as he felt the strength of the patient's biceps. "My conviction," said Dr.
There is little doubt, after hearing the evidence of the unfortunate lady to whom you were engaged, and whose evidence you attempted in the most brutal manner to refute, that, instigated by your jealousy, you shot Ferdinand Bulford. The evidence of Miss Briggerland that you had threatened this poor young man, and that you left her presence in a temper, is unshaken. By a terrible coincidence, Mr.
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