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Grego was apparently agreeable, as long as the job got done. "Well, if you can make anything out of it, pass it on to Mr. Coombes as soon as possible, to be worked up for use in court," he said. Ben Rainsford went back to Beta Continent, and Gerd van Riebeek remained in Mallorysport.
"The jemmy!" he said softly. Coombes, also mounting, dropped the required implement. Kerry caught it deftly, and in a very few minutes had wrenched away the rough planking nailed over one of the lower windows, without making very much noise. "Shall I come down?" inquired Coombes in muffled tones from the top of the wall. "No," rapped Kerry. "Hide the ladder again. If I want help I'll whistle.
"This musician this poor, friendless artist used to come regularly and play in this street just opposite for two hours every evening. One evening he was seen, evidently in response to an invitation, going into this very house, BUT WAS NEVER SEEN COMING OUT OF IT!" "Did the townsfolk try offering any reward for his recovery?" asked Mr. Coombes. "Not a ha'penny," replied my uncle.
She was a big, noisy girl, with a taste for loud colours and a strident laugh; and this Sunday she had outdone all her previous intrusions by bringing in a fellow with her, a chap as showy as herself. And Mr. Coombes, in a starchy, clean collar and his Sunday frock-coat, had sat dumb and wrathful at his own table, while his wife and her guests talked foolishly and undesirably, and laughed aloud.
They both looked at him, waiting like two drawn weapons a battle ax and a rapier. "Well, gentlemen, as you know, we have a couple of homicide cases and nobody to prosecute them," he began. "Why bother, your Honor?" Coombes asked. "Both charges are completely frivolous. One man killed a wild animal, and the other killed a man who was trying to kill him."
I will make a small wager, and I will even give odds, that the first thing Ham O'Brien does when he gets back to Mallorysport will be to enter nolle prosequi on both charges. What I'd like would be for him to nol. pros. Kellogg and let the charge against Jack go to court. He would be dumb enough to do that himself, but Leslie Coombes wouldn't let him."
The judge nodded slowly. "I will not dismiss the charges against Mr. Holloway," he said. "Mr. Holloway had been arraigned on a charge of murder; if he is not guilty, he is entitled to the vindication of an acquittal. I am afraid, Mr. Coombes, that you will have to go on prosecuting him." Another brief stir, like a breath of wind over a grain field, ran through the courtroom.
"They want a firm hand," says Coombes. "What a lot of these funguses there are about here!" remarked Brother Tom presently. "I can't see what use they are in the world." Mr. Coombes looked. "I dessay they're sent for some wise purpose," said Mr. Coombes.
Weston seemed rather startled by this abrupt dismissal, but the steel-blue eyes of Inspector Kerry were already bent again upon the dead man, and, murmuring "good night," the doctor took his departure, followed by Whiteleaf. "Shut this door," snapped Kerry after the Inspector. "I will call when I want you. You stay, Coombes. Got it all down?"
Incidentally, while smoking in court is discountenanced, we are going to make an exception, during this trial, in favor of Fuzzies. Other people will please not feel themselves discriminated against." That brought Coombes to his feet with a rush. He started around the table and then remembered that under the new rules he didn't have to.
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