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The cigar was behaving itself at last, having burnt down to the fracture, so Winter's thoughts could be given exclusively to the less important matter of the Steynholme affair. "To begin with," he said instantly. "Ingerman can establish a cast-iron alibi." "So I imagined. But he's a bad lot. I throw in that item gratuitously."
Norris noticed that Belcher surveyed Ingerman with a grim smile, but thought nothing of it until he received a check later in the week. Then he made some inquiries, and smiled himself. The foreman of the jury looked a trifle pinched, though his cheeks bore two spots of hectic color. Mr.
Ingerman for the moment," he said, implying, of course, that on returning to him there might be revelations. "I gather that you and Miss Melhuish did not agree, shall I put it? as to the precise bearing of the marriage tie on your love affair?" "I'm afraid I don't quite follow your meaning," and Grant's tone stiffened ominously, but his questioner was by no means abashed.
As it is, I am prepared to regard your feelings to the extent of explaining that the witness is not identifying the body but relating a fact within his own knowledge." Ingerman bowed, and resumed his seat. For some reason, Grant stared blankly at Furneaux. The latter did not meet his glance, but put a finger on those thin lips.
"I'm a greater believer in what the theater people call 'atmosphere. Some of your facts, Mr. Ingerman, remind me of an expert's report in a mining prospectus. When tested by cyanide of potassium the gold in the ore often changes into iron pyrites. But don't hug the delusion that I shall neglect Steynholme.
Yet, when I come on an errand of mercy, you have the impudence to charge me with blackmail. You are in for a great awakening. Be sure of that!" And Isidor G. Ingerman walked out, leaving Grant uncomfortably aware that he had not seen the last of an implacable and bitter enemy.
"Thank you, Mr. Grant. Wait here until you sign your deposition. Of course, you are aware that this inquiry will stand adjourned, and the whole matter will be gone into fully at a later date." "So I have been informed, sir." Ingerman was the next witness. He, like a good democrat, kissed the cover of the Bible. The coroner began by giving him some advice.
Have I, by any chance, been given her room?" "No, sir. Not likely. It's locked, and the police have the key till the inquest is done with." "As for the name," explained Ingerman, in his suave voice, "that was a mere stage pseudonym, an adopted name.
"Lay yer five quid to one, Hobbs, that the police cop the scoundrel afore this day fortnight," cried Elkin noisily. Then Mr. Siddle put in a mild word. "Gentlemen," he said, "let me remind you that we four will probably be jurors at the inquest." That was a sobering thought. Elkin subsided, and Hobbs looked critically at the remains of a gill of beer. Ingerman took stock of the chemist.
"But my wife was flung into the river and drowned," said Ingerman sadly. "No, sir. She was killed fust. It was a brutal business, so I'm told." "Do you mean that she was struck, her skull battered?" came the demand, in an awed and soul-thrilling whisper. "Yes, sir. An' the wust thing is, none of us can guess who could ha' done it."
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