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The list of Brellier's victims supposed, of course, to be burnt up by the Frozen Flames grew fairly lengthy in the four years that he has been using them as a screen for his underhanded work. A guard and I've seen one of the men myself during a little midnight encounter that I had with him went wandering over that part of the district armed with a revolver.
I have not been able to find the actual spot where the body of Wynne and, later on, that of Collins was first concealed, but I have no doubt that they were brought from that spot to be discovered by us. It was very necessary for the body of Wynne to be discovered, since the bullet in his brain was fired from Miss Brellier's revolver. It was all part of the plot against Sir Nigel.
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.
Here Borkins saw his life's opportunity of getting even. He knew, too, of Miss Brellier's revolver must have known, else why should this particular instrument be used upon this particular night, in place of the usual type of revolver which Brellier's guards carried, and by which poor Collins undoubtedly met his death?
Even crime can have its clever side, and more often than not the criminal brain is the cleverest which the world produces. "Where was I? Ah, yes! The shipping of the stuff to Belgium. You see, Brellier's clever there.
Brellier's attitude merely added fuel to the fire and soon they rose to go, Merriton following them to the door. "Don't forget, then, Miss Brellier, that you are booked to me for a ride on Thursday," he said, laughingly. She nodded to him and gave his hand a little squeeze at parting. "I shall not forget, Sir Nigel.
"And I," murmured Cleek, taking in the trim contour and the keen eyes of this man who was to have been Merriton's father-in-law if things had turned out differently. He found he rather liked his looks. "There is nothing one can do?" Brellier's voice was politely anxious, and he spread out his hands in true French fashion then tugged at his closely clipped iron-gray beard.
Credence in the story? Of course not, Doctor. I'm not such a fool as I may look. Wynne's playing a game on us, and at this moment he is probably seated in Brellier's study having a laugh at the rest of us, waitin' up for him anxiously, like a lot of scared old women. Heigho! I'm tired.... You're interested in firearms, Doctor.
You gave no thought to the ruined home and the weeping wife, the broken-hearted mother and the fatherless child. That was outside your reckoning altogether. And yet, your lordship, this man howls for mercy." He paused a moment and passed a hand wearily over his forehead. The telling of the tale was not easy, and the expression of 'Toinette Brellier's tear-misted eyes added to the difficulty of it.
"He went out to investigate those devilish flames!" remarked Merriton, as a rather shamefaced explanation. Then he fairly heard the wires jump with the force of Brellier's exclamation. "Eh what? What's that you say? He went out to investigate the flames, Merriton? What fool let him go? Surely you know the story?" "We did. And we did our best to dissuade him, Mr.
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