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Brellier has given, but I am anxious to save that boy from the hands of the law, and for that reason no stone must be left unturned, no secret kept silent. Carry your mind back to that time, and tell me if that is true." She puckered her brows together as if in perplexity and tapped one slim, perfectly-manicured finger against her white teeth.
"You didn't think of the cruel mockery of God's good world, which you were helping so successfully to ruin!" continued the detective, speaking to the court but at Brellier, each word pointed as a barb, each pause more pregnant with scorn than the spoken words had been. "You didn't think of that, did you? Oh, no!
Cleek shrugged his shoulders. "Then, of course, you must know best. Well, we must try and find some other loophole. I promised Merriton I'd speak a few words to you, Miss Brellier, just to tell you to keep up heart though it's a difficult task. But everything that can be done, will be done.
Brellier found her a chair at the farther side of the room, and stood beside her, while near by Cleek saw the figure of Borkins, clad in ordinary clothes. He tipped one respectful finger as Brellier passed him, and greeted him with a half-smile, as one of whom he thoroughly approved. Then there was a little murmur of expectancy, as the group about the doorway parted to admit the prisoner.
"From the top drawer of the secrétaire in the little boudoir at Withersby Hall," she said calmly, "where it has always lain. You will find a shot missing. Everything the same, Mr. Coroner; everything the same!" "It belongs to some member of your household, Miss Brellier?" She took a step backward and drew a sharp breath. Then her eyes were fixed upon Merriton's face. "It belongs to me," she said.
"I well, to tell you the truth, I can't explain 'em myself!" Brellier said at last, clearing his throat with signs of genuine nervousness. "They seem to be inexplicable. I have seen them yes, many, many times. And so has 'Toinette, but the stories afloat about them are rather unpleasant, and like a wise man I have kept myself free of investigation. I do hope you'll do the same, Sir Nigel.
Then he glanced enquiringly over at Brellier, who had risen from his seat. "You have something to say about this, Mr. Brellier?" Brellier made a clicking sound with his tongue. "I'm afraid my niece has been wasting your time, sir," he said quietly, "because I happen to have used that little instrument myself five months ago. We had a dog who was hurt you remember Franco, 'Toinette?
"Borkins actually told me stories of people who had disappeared in a mysterious manner and were never found again," he remarked casually. Brellier shrugged his shoulders. He spread out his hands. "Among the uneducated what would you?
I had been travelling through Tunis before that, and well, one doesn't like to be without these things. Sir Nigel's revolver came from India, I believe through the agents of a French firm, the makers." "But " The coroner's voice was low-pitched, incredulous, "are you trying to tell us you fired a shot that night, Miss Brellier?" She shook her head, smiling. "No that would be impossible.
"That," she said clearly, her voice rising higher and higher, as she looked into Merriton's face for a single instant and smiled wanly, "that, Mr. Coroner, is a revolver identical with the one which you have there. It is the same make, the same bore everything!" "So it is!" For a moment the coroner lost his calm. He lifted an excited face to meet her eyes, "Where did you get it, Miss Brellier?"
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