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"None whatever," and Swain stepped toward the table and placed the tips of his fingers on the pad. Then he pressed each one carefully upon the pad of paper which the coroner placed before him. Goldberger watched him curiously, until all ten impressions had been made. "You did that as though you had done it before," he remarked. "I made a set once for Mr. Vaughan," said Swain, sitting down again.
"It is a peculiar knot," he agreed. "If you'll permit a suggestion, Mr. Goldberger, you'll cut the cord and leave the knot as it is. It may help us to find the man who made it." "You're right," agreed Goldberger, promptly. "Cut the cord, Simmonds." Simmonds got out his pocket-knife, opened it and slipped the blade under the cord, cut it, and pulled it out of the ridge of flesh.
The number of priestesses is limited to nine." Goldberger pulled at his moustache helplessly. Evidently the witness's calm self-control was not to be broken down, or even ruffled. "Please tell me where you were night before last," said the coroner, finally. "I was in this house." "Did you see Mr. Vaughan?" "I did not." "How did you spend the night?" "In contemplation.
"I 'phoned a message to Swain, as soon as I was up," Godfrey said, "telling him, in your name, that we had the evidence to clear him, and that Miss Vaughan was safe." "I must go down to him," I said, "and start proceedings to set him free. I'll get Simmonds to go with me before Goldberger, and then before the magistrate. We ought to get an order of release at once."
"And, Parks." "Yes, sir?" "Don't let anybody in the house no matter what he wants unless Mr. Grady or Mr. Simmonds or Mr. Goldberger accompanies him. Don't let anybody in you don't know. If there is any trouble, call me up. I want you to be careful about this." "I understand, sir." "How is Rogers?" I asked. "Much better, sir.
"We won't," Godfrey promised, and crossed the hall to the door leading into the little entry. Then he paused and looked around at Goldberger. "Better go slow here," he cautioned. "The adept has a pet cobra." "A snake?" "The deadliest snake in the world." Goldberger drew back a little, as did all the others. "I don't think it will bite us, though," added Godfrey, cheerfully, "if we don't crowd it.
"I'm going to put you on oath to tell nothing but the truth," explained the coroner. "An oath is unnecessary," said the yogi with a smile. "To speak the truth is required by my religion." There was something impressive in the words, and Goldberger slowly lowered his arm. "What is your name?" he asked. "Francisco Silva." "You are not a Hindu?" "I am of their faith." "But by birth?"
Godfrey picked up the purse, opened it, and took out one of the cards. "By this," he said, and held it up. "You have already seen what is written on the back of it Mr. Vantine's name and the number of this house. That proves, doesn't it, that this fellow came to New York expressly to see Mr. Vantine?" "Perhaps you think Mr. Vantine killed him," suggested Goldberger, sarcastically.
To my great satisfaction, Swain arrived while I was testifying, and I could not deny myself a triumphant glance at Goldberger, but he was studying some memoranda and affected not to notice it. As soon as I left the stand, Swain came and sat down beside me and gave me a letter. It was addressed to Miss Vaughan. "It's from Mrs. Royce," he said. "She's a trump!
Goldberger and Simmonds went on into the inner room to arrange for the disposition of the body of Mahbub; but Godfrey and Miss Vaughan and I turned back together, for we did not wish to see the Thug. At her boudoir door Godfrey paused. "The case is clear," he said, "from first to last, provided you can supply us with a final detail, Miss Vaughan." "What is that?" she asked.
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