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Inspector Kerry brought his cane down with a crash upon the table, whereat Coombes started nervously. "So that's it!" he shouted furiously, "an 'expert from the Home office'! So that's the dark horse in the fur coat. Coombes! I'm fed up to the back teeth with this gun from the Home office! If I'm not to have entire charge of the case I'll throw it up.
I was struck by his saying them parts, which seemed to indicate a habit of pondering on the places as well as circumstances of the gospel-story. The sexton joined us at the door, and we all walked to his cottage, Joe taking care of his mother-in-law and I taking what care I could of Coombes by carrying his tools for him.
But to be sure there's always some mendin' to do." I heard the voice of Joe outside, and the next moment he came into the church. After speaking to me, he turned to Mrs. Coombes. "You be comin' home with me, mother. This will never do. Father's as wet as a mop.
I have authority to hold hearings, and subpoena witnesses, and interrogate them under veridication. Max Fane has specific orders to cooperate. We're going to start, tomorrow, with Chief of Police Dumont and work down. And maybe we can work up, too, as far as Nick Emmert and Victor Grego." He gave a rumbling laugh. "Maybe that'll give Leslie Coombes something to worry about."
He read it and blinked. Leonard Kellogg, willful killing of a sapient being, to wit, Jane Doe alias Goldilocks, aborigine, race Zarathustran Fuzzy, complainant, Jack Holloway, defendant's attorney of record, Leslie Coombes. In spite of the outrageous frivolity of the charge, he began to laugh. It was obviously an attempt to ridicule Kellogg's own complaint out of court.
Coombes was not sitting on the bell-keys, where I looked for her first, for the wind blew down the tower in many currents and draughts how it did roar up there as if the louvres had been a windsail to catch the wind and send it down to ventilate the church! she was sitting at the foot of the chancel-rail, with her stocking as usual.
"Don't worry, Gerd," Gus Brannhard told him. "Leslie Coombes will bring a nice shiny new definition into court. We'll just use that." They walked together, Frederic and Claudette Pendarvis, down through the roof garden toward the landing stage, and, as she always did, Claudette stopped and cut a flower and fastened it in his lapel. "Will the Fuzzies be in court?" she asked.
"You you don't know the recipe, do you?" asked Mr. Coombes. "Unfortunately I do not," replied my uncle; "but the chief ingredient was said to have been railway refreshment-room pork-pie. "I forget the man's other crimes," my uncle went on; "I used to know them all at one time, but my memory is not what it was.
Finally, the court intervened and told Lunt to tell, in his own words, why he went to Holloway's camp, what he found there, what he was told and what he did. There was some argument between Coombes and Brannhard, at one point, about the difference between hearsay and res gestae. When he was through, Coombes said, "No questions."
He said he was glad to notice that I liked it. Aunt went to bed soon after supper, leaving the local curate, old Dr. Scrubbles, Mr. Samuel Coombes, our member of the County Council, Teddy Biffles, and myself to keep Uncle company. We agreed that it was too early to give in for some time yet, so Uncle brewed another bowl of punch; and I think we all did justice to that at least I know I did.
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