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It enabled him to take the measure of Adelaide Melhuish's husband, if, indeed, the visitor was really the man he professed to be. At first sight, Isidor G. Ingerman was not a prepossessing person. Indeed, it would be safe to assume that if, by some trick of fortune, he and not Grant were the tenant of The Hollies, P.C. Robinson would have haled him to the village lock-up that very morning.
Grant was sure of his man now, and rather relieved that the battle of wits was turning in his favor. "So you have begun already to scheme your defense?" "Hadn't you better go?" was the contemptuous retort. "You refuse to answer any further questions?" "I refuse to buy your proffered friendship whatever that may mean." "Have I offered to sell it?" "I gathered as much." Ingerman rose.
Furneaux clicked his tongue in a peculiar fashion. "Go on!" he said. "It's a regular romance quite in your line, Mr. Grant, of course, but none the less enthralling because, as you so happily phrased Miss Martin's lesson in astronomy, it happens to be true." Grant was scrupulously fair to Ingerman.
Then I persuaded myself that I was imagining a vain thing, and came in." "What was she doing here?" "I don't know." "She arrived in Steynholme on Sunday evening, I am told." "I heard that, too." "You imply that you did not meet her?" "No need to imply anything, Mr. Ingerman. I did not meet her.
As well try to stem the flowing tide as stop tongues from wagging when such a theme offered. Tomlin created a momentary diversion by clattering in the bar. After this professional interlude, Ingerman ignored his own compact. "I'm sure you local residents will be interested, at least, in hearing something of my wife's career," he said.
Neither at Knoleworth nor Victoria did Ingerman catch sight of the detective, though he was anxious either to make the journey in the company of the representative of Scotland Yard or arrange an early appointment with him. True, he was not inclined to place the strange-mannered little man on the same high plane as that suggested by certain London journalists to whom he had spoken.
I was given to understand, however, that at one time you took little interest in her living. I have not seen Mrs. Ingerman for three years until last night, that is so there is a chance, of course, that husband and wife may have adjusted their differences. Is that so?" "Until last night!" repeated Ingerman, almost in a startled tone. "You admit that?" Grant turned and pointed.
All parties gathered in the dining-room, of course, and Ingerman had an eye for Mr. Franklin's party. The scraps of talk he overheard were nothing more exciting than the prospects of a certain horse for the Stewards' Cup. Peters had the tip straight from the stables. A racing certainty, with a stone in hand.
"I am given to understand that, even if I am called, my testimony will be of no importance." "Such may be the police view. Mr. Ingerman will press for a very different estimate." "Has he told you that?" "Yes." "So, although foreman of the jury, you have not declined to hobnob with a man who is avowedly Mr. Grant's enemy?" "I would hobnob with worse people if, by so doing, I might serve you."
"I want to hear what you have to say about the death of your wife. You forced the cross-examining role on me. I'm doing my best." Ingerman kept silent during many seconds. When he spoke, his cultured voice was suave as ever. "Perhaps it was my fault, Mr. Furneaux," he said. "You gave me a strong hint. I should have taken it, and we might have started an interesting chat on pleasanter lines.
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