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Then she caught Grant's eye, and went out, banging the door in sheer nervousness. Still Mr. Ingerman did not speak. If this was a pose on his part, he erred.
"I don't think you need worry about Ingerman," he went on, "though it's well to be prepared. A smart solicitor can stop irrelevant statements, especially if ready for them. But there must be no more of this heart-opening to all and sundry, Mr. Grant. Siddle is your rival. He, too, wants to marry Miss Martin, and regards you now as the only stumbling-block." "Siddle! That stick!" gasped Grant.
Thus might Mark Antony have spoken when vowing that Brutus was an honorable man. "Who are you?" demanded the coroner sharply. "Isidor George Ingerman, husband of the deceased lady," came the clear-toned reply. "Well, sit down, sir, and do not interrupt the court again," said the coroner. "I demand, sir, that you note my protest." "Sit down! Were you any other person I would have you removed.
"I missed you on the train yesterday. Did you " "Nice quiet place you've got here, Mr. Ingerman," interrupted the detective. "Yes. But, as I was about to " "Artistically furnished, too," went on Furneaux dreamily. "Oak, self-toned carpets and rugs, restful decorations. Those etchings, also, show taste in the selection.
In wrath, too, he glanced through the morning newspapers, and saw his own name figuring large in the "story" of the "alleged" murder. The reporters had missed nothing. His play was recalled, and Adelaide Melhuish's success in the title-rôle. Then Mr. Isidor G. Ingerman was introduced. He was described as "a man fairly well known in the City." That was all.
"I can relieve you of any oppressive doubt. I informed the police some few hours ago that you have appeared already in a similar role." "Oh, you did, did you?" snarled Ingerman, suddenly abandoning his pose, and gazing at Grant with a curiously snakelike glint in his black eyes. "Yes. It interested them, I fancied."
"Did she reveal her husband's name?" "Yes a Mr. Ingerman." The superintendent looked grave. That was a professional trick of his. He had never before in his life heard of Mr. Ingerman, but encouraged the notion that this gentleman was thoroughly, and not quite favorably, known to him.
Even now I doubt whether any jury will find him guilty on the evidence as it stands, but my duty to my unhappy wife demands that I shall strengthen the arm of justice by every legitimate means in my power." "Is that your case, Mr. Ingerman?" "At present, yes." "It assumes that the police adopt your view." "Not necessarily. The police must do their work without fear or favor.
"Your second effort is more successful, superintendent," he said dryly. "Miss Melhuish did urge me to obtain her freedom. It was, she thought, only a matter of money with Mr. Ingerman, and she would be given material for a divorce."
I know now," was the downcast reply. "Twelve hours ago I thought differently. Didn't I, Mr. Tomlin?" Tomlin tried hard to look knowing. "Oh, is that wot you wur drivin' at?" he said. "Dang me, mister, I could soon ha' put you right 'ad you tole me." "Well, well. Can't be helped. I may do better in London. What do you say, Mr. Ingerman? The City is the real mint of money and crime.
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