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"I want an answer to that," said Meeking, after a pause. "Well," replied Wellesley at last, "I can't say. What I mean by that is that I am not in a position to say. I am not sufficiently acquainted with let me call them facts to be able to say. What I do say is that Mrs.
Used to live here in Hathelsborough, years ago, when I was a youngster. I should have thought he was dead, long since! Wonder where they unearthed him, and what he's here for? No end of a swell, in his own line anyway." Meeking seemed determined to impress on the court the character and extent of Dr. Pellery's qualifications as an expert in archæological matters.
Meeking let this answer soak into the mentality of his hearers. Then he said quietly: "Will you tell us all about it, Dr. Pellery?" "Enough for your purpose," replied the witness. "You have there, I believe, a sectional drawing of the tower give it to me. Now," he continued, holding up a sheet of stout paper and illustrating his remarks with the tip of his forefinger, "I will show you what I mean.
"Considering that that was the object I had in wanting to see him, of course he would!" retorted Mrs. Mallett. "I should think that's obvious." "But you didn't see him, eh?" "You know very well I didn't!" "Pardon me, madam," said Meeking with lightning-like promptitude. "I don't know anything of the sort! However, does anyone else know of this business?" "That, too, is my concern," declared Mrs.
Meeking produced a large chart, evidently made for the occasion, and had it set up on the table, in full view of the bench and the witness-box. "From this plan, Dr. Pellery, it appears that the west tower, a square tower, of St. Lawrence immediately faces the back of the Moot Hall. And between the outer wall of the tower and the outer wall of the Moot Hall there is a sort of connecting wall "
She was getting our supper ready." "Are you sure she never left the house your rooms, you know?" Bunning started. Obviously, a new idea had occurred. "Ay!" said Meeking, with a smile. "Just so, Bunning. You're not sure?" "Well, sir," replied Bunning slowly, "now that I come to think of it, I'm not!
We both used it; I, to go into the Moot Hall; he, to come and see me." "There was no secrecy about it, then?" "Not between Wallingford and myself at any rate." The Coroner took off his spectacles and leaned back in his chair sure sign that he had done. And Meeking rose, cool, level-voiced. "Dr. Wellesley, I think you heard the evidence of Mrs. Saumarez?" But before Dr.
What did she mean by that? Well, that Mrs. Mallett had left the house some days before, and that since yesterday afternoon Mr. Mallett had not been there, and, accordingly, neither she nor the other servants knew exactly how things stood. "Just so," observed Meeking. "Somewhat uncertain, eh? Very well."
But Simon's flabby face turned a dull red, and presently he lifted his big silk handkerchief and wiped his forehead. Meeking waited a moment, letting the witness's outburst have its full effect. Then, amidst a dead silence, he leaned towards the box. "Why didn't you say all that at the recent inquiry?" he asked. "Because it wouldn't have been a scrap of good!" retorted the witness.
"Did he say why he wanted to go into the church?" "Yes, to write out a hinscription for a London gent as wanted it." "Did you give him the keys?" "I did." "Did you see him go into the church?" "Yes, and hear him lock himself inside it." "Did he eventually bring the keys back?" "Not to me. My missis." Meeking waved Spizey's magnificence aside and called for Mrs. Spizey. Mrs.
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