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Updated: May 3, 2025
Then may I ask why you did not immediately report this matter to the rest of the party, or to the police?" Something flashed across Borkins's face, and was gone again. He cleared his throat nervously before replying: "I felt on me honour to Sir Nigel, sir," he returned at length.
But thus taken by surprise, he lifted his head, and his mouth opened. The judge raised his hand. "Is this true, my man?" he demanded. Borkins's face went an ugly purplish-red. For a moment it looked as though he were going to have an apoplectic fit. "Yes damn you all yes!" he replied venomously. "That's how I did it though Gawd alone knows how he come to find it out!
His eyes once more travelled over the group, face to face, eye to eye, until he paused suddenly and pointed at Borkins's chalk-white countenance. "That's the man who probably did the job," he said casually. "Brellier's right-hand man, that. With a brain that might have been used for other and better things." The judge leaned forward upon his folded elbows, pointing his pen in Borkins's direction.
"Faugh!" he said to the shadows. "So much for yer Lunnon policeman, eh? Writin' love-letters on a night like this! Young sap'ead!" Then he swung upon his heel, and retraced his steps to the kitchen. Upstairs in the dark passageway, Cleek stood and laughed noiselessly, his shoulders shaking with the mirth that swayed him. Borkins's idea of a 'Lunnon policeman' had pleased him mightily.
In the little cell where they placed him, away from the gaping, murmuring, gesticulating knot of villagers that had marked his progress to the police-station for news flies fast in the country, especially when there is a viper-tongue like Borkins's to wing it on its way he was thankful for the momentary peace and quiet that the place afforded.
My uncle has been missing for a little more than five years, and that, therefore, when he did disappear the flames obviously had nothing to do with it!" Borkins's wrinkled, parchment-like cheeks went a dull, unhealthy red. He opened his mouth to speak and then drew back again. Merriton gave him a keen glance. "Of course, how foolish of me.
An undercurrent of eagerness ran in Borkins's tone. "Most assuredly I do. Not a chance for him poor beggar. He'll possibly swing for it, too! Pleasant conjecture before lunch, I must say. And we'll have it all cold if we don't look sharp about it, Lake, old chap. Come along."
Hadn't you better 'phone the local branch? Someone ought to be here in charge, you know." Merriton nodded. He was so stunned at the actuality of these two men's deaths, at the knowledge that their bodies lifeless, extinct were here in his morning room, that he had stood like an image, making no move, no sound. "Yes yes," he said, rapidly, waving a hand in Borkins's direction.
Of course, circumstantial evidence points strongly against him, but " "He's better out of the way, at all events," interposed Cleek. "Mind you, I don't say the chap is innocent. Men of Wynne's calibre have the knack of raising the very devil in a person who is under their influence for long. And there's Borkins's story."
Wynne, if things went on as they had been going. Therefore, when he was told that Mr. Wynne had gone out across the Fens in a drunken rage, to investigate the meaning of the Frozen Flames, the idea entered Borkins's mind. He knew his master's revolver, had seen it slipped under his pillow more often than not of an evening when Sir Nigel went to bed.
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