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"Then you say this man is part and parcel of the scheme, Mr. Cleek?" he queried. "I do. And a very big part, too. But, let me qualify that statement by saying that if it hadn't been for Borkins's desire for revenge upon the man he served, this whole ghastly affair would probably never have been revealed.
Merriton made no reply, simply held his head a little higher and clasped the edge of the table more firmly. "Now," said Cleek, turning to the butler and fixing him with his keen eyes. "You are ready to swear that this is true, upon your oath, and knowing that perjury is punishable by law?" "Yes, sir." Borkins's voice was very low and rather indistinct. "Very well.
And what an electrical factory could have to do with it...! "You forget the good Borkins's connection with the affair," returned Cleek, a trifle sharply, "and you forget another thing. And that is, that I have found the man who attempted my life, and mean eventually to come to grips with him. That is the only reason why I did not speak at the inquest this afternoon.
... They spent the afternoon in discussing the case bit by bit, probing into it, tearing it to ribbons, analysing, comparing, rehearsing once more the scene of that fateful night when Dacre Wynne had crossed the Fens, and, according to everyone's but Borkins's evidence, had never returned. By evening Mr. Narkom, note-book in hand, was suffering with writer's cramp, and complained of a headache.
He tossed over a bunch of keys and they fell with a jangling sound upon the floor at Borkins's feet. "Very good, Sir Nigel," said the man and withdrew, leaving the door open behind him, however, as though he were afraid to lose any of the story that was being told in the quiet morning room. When he had gone, Merriton resumed: "I'm not a superstitious man, Mr.
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