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Goldberger worried his moustache with nervous fingers, as he stared at the adept, plainly at a loss how to proceed. "Perhaps," ventured Godfrey, softly, "your crystal could give us some further information which we very much desire." The adept turned his dark eyes on the speaker, and it seemed to me that they glittered more coldly, as though they recognised an adversary.
Without a word, Silva handed the cord back to the coroner. "Are there any further questions?" he asked. Goldberger pulled at his moustache impatiently. "There are a lot of questions I'd like to ask," he said, "but I feel a good deal as though I were questioning the Sphinx. Isn't it a little queer that a Thug should be so particular about a few blood-stains?"
It was something of a shock to hear the ordinary words of English speech coming from his lips, for they seemed formed to utter prophecies in unknown tongues. Goldberger took one step into the room, and then stopped abruptly. Following his eyes, I saw that the cobra had also awakened from its trance, and was regarding us steadily and hissing slightly. The adept smiled as he saw us shrink back.
"Since then," pursued Goldberger, "you have made no further reference to that feature of the case. I presume you found out that you were mistaken?" "On the contrary, I proved that I was correct." Goldberger's face reddened, and his look was not pleasant. "'Prove' is rather a strong word, isn't it?" he asked. "It is the right word." "What was the woman's connection with the man Drouet?"
"Then that settles that point," said Goldberger, with what seemed to me a sigh of relief. "There is one thing, though," said Sylvester, eyeing Mahbub curiously; "I wish I knew the secret of these extraordinary prints." "I can tell it to you," said Silva, with a little smile. "It is not at all extraordinary.
"How do you suppose those marks came there, Mr. Goldberger?" Godfrey asked, and there was in his tone a polite scepticism which evidently annoyed the coroner. "Why, there's only one way they could come there," Goldberger answered impatiently. "They were put there by the murderer's fingers as he drew the cord tight. Do you see anything improbable in that?"
Godfrey devoted himself to a similar search; but both were without result. Then Godfrey made a minute inspection of the injured hand, while Goldberger looked on with ill-concealed impatience; and finally he moved toward the door. "I think I'll be going," he said. "But I'm interested in what your physician will find, Mr. Coroner." "He'll find poison, all right," asserted Goldberger, with decision.
I could guess what he was thinking, but he said nothing. Goldberger laid the handkerchief on the table, at last, and turned back to the body. He bent close above it, examining the blood spots, and when he stood erect again there was in his face a strange excitement.
"Do you mean he's a Hindu?" asked the coroner, as though that would explain everything. But Godfrey was having his revenge. "I don't know whether he's a Hindu or not," he said, airily. "I didn't get a very good look at him." "What was he doing?" Goldberger demanded. "He was just sitting there." Again Goldberger stared at him, this time suspiciously. "But, good heavens, man!" he cried.
This had no result except to send the Irish girl into hysterics, and Hinman for a few minutes had another patient on his hands. "Well," said Goldberger, passing his hand wearily across his forehead, "I guess there's nothing more to be done. And I'm dead tired. I had just got to bed when Simmonds called me. I'll set the inquest for ten o'clock to-morrow morning, and I'll hold it here in this room.
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