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The reporters started to scribble in their note-books, a little pale and perturbed, for all their experience of such affairs. One or two of the crowd gasped, and then shut their eyes. Brellier exclaimed aloud in French, and for a moment covered his face with his hands; but 'Toinette made no murmur. For she had not looked, would not look upon the grim terrors that lay there.
"And I have but just a little bit more of the tale to tell, and then I must leave the rest of it in your infinitely more capable hands. "... The reason why I mistrusted the story of the revolver? Why, upon examination, that instrument belonging to Miss Brellier was a little too clean and well-oiled to have been out of use for a matter of five months or so.
"Yes," she said at last; "yes, it was every bit of it true every bit, Mr. Headland. For the moment, in that room of terror, I had forgotten poor Franco's death. But now yes, I can remember it all fully. My uncle spoke the truth, Mr. Headland I can promise you that." Cleek sighed. Then: "But it was your revolver he used, Miss Brellier? Try to remember. He said that he told you of it at the time.
But you will promise me," her voice dropped a tone or two, "you will promise me that you will not try and find out what those those flames are, won't you? I could not sleep if you did." And they were gone. Merriton stood awhile in silence, his brows puckered and his mouth stern. First Borkins, and then Brellier, and now her!
"Whose idea it was to connect the two passages up I could not say, or when Borkins got into the pay of Brellier and played false to a family that he had served for twenty years. But the fact remains. The two passages are linked up, and then continued at great labour in another direction to that field which lies off the Saltfleet Road and just at the back of the factory.
But if Borkins became a stone image whenever Merriton was about, his effusiveness was over-powering at such times as Mr. Brellier paid a visit to the Towers. He followed both Brellier and his niece wherever they went like a shadow. Jokingly one day, Merriton had made the remark: "Borkins might be your factotum rather than mine, Mr.
"The passage at Merriton Towers, and also at Withersby Hall so conveniently placed near that particular part of the Fens, and therefore chosen by Brellier for his work are both of ancient origin, dating back, I should say, to the time of the civil war.
He heard of Nigel's engagement to Antoinette Brellier, and of how Dacre Wynne had taken it, heard indeed all the little personal things which Merriton had never told to any man, and certainly hadn't intended telling to this one. But that was Cleek's way. He secured a man's confidence and by that method got at the truth. A bond of friendship had sprung up between them, and Cleek and Mr.
A stream of other witnesses came and gave their stories. Brellier told of how he had been rung up by Merriton to ask if there were any news of Wynne's arrival at the house. Told, in fact, all that he admitted to know of the night's affair, and ended up his evidence with the remark that "nothing on earth or in heaven would make him believe that Sir Nigel Merriton was guilty of murder."
A few seconds later Borkins ushered in two visitors. Merriton, prepared by the convenient glass for the appearance of one was nevertheless not unpleased to see the other. For the names that Borkins rolled off his tongue with much relish were those of "Miss Brellier and Mr. Brellier, sir." His lady of the thrice blessed wreck! His lady of the dainty accent and glorious eyes.
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