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Meeking sat down and glanced at Simon Crood's solicitor. Stedman accepted the challenge and, rising, threw some scornful meaning into his first question to the witness. "Who got you to tell all this tale?" he asked satirically. "Who got at you?" Louisa Speck bridled. "Nobody got at me!" she retorted. "What do you mean by such a question?"
"Just come down here, Owthwaite; take this sheet of paper, and run the letters off again so that their Worships can compare the broken and defective letters with those in the threatening letter. Now," continued Meeking, when the mechanic had complied with this suggestion and gone back to the witness-box, "what did you do on making this discovery?" "I told Mr.
But I have never made use of it." "Let us hope that you will still do so, Dr. Pellery," said Meeking, with a suave smile and polite bow. But Dr. Pellery shook his head and stroked his long beard. A cynical smile played round his wrinkled eyes. "No, I don't think I ever shall," he said. "Indeed, I'm sure I shan't!" "May I ask why?" "You may!
Meeking'll get nothing out of him!" The barrister was again addressing himself to Wellesley, who, after one glance at Mrs. Saumarez as she fainted, had continued, erect and defiant, facing the Court. "You heard Mrs. Saumarez's evidence just now, Dr. Wellesley?" asked Meeking quietly. "I did!" "Was it correct?" "I am not going to discuss it!" "Nor answer any questions arising out of it?"
Spizey, too, readily remembered the evening under discussion and said so, with a sniff which seemed to indicate decided disapproval of her memories respecting it. "What were you doing that evening, Mrs. Spizey?" asked Meeking. "Which for the most part of it, sir, I was a-washing of that very floor as you're a-standing on, sir, me being cleaner to the Moot Hall. That 'ud be from six to eight."
"He did." "See anybody about on that occasion?" "No no one." Meeking paused, and after a glance round the table at which he was standing looked at his notes. "Now, Mrs. Mallett," he said presently, "what time was this I mean, when you left Dr. Wellesley's?" "A little before a quarter to eight. The clock struck a quarter to eight just after I got into my own house." "And where is your house?"
Wellesley, who, during this exordium, had steadily watched his questioner, shook his head more decidedly than before. "No!" he answered promptly. "I shall not say who my caller was." Meeking spread out his hands in a gesture of helplessness.
The fragment went the round of the bench of magistrates, and Tansley whispered to Brent that if Meeking could prove that Krevin Crood had taken that handkerchief out of Mallett's drawer, and had thrown it away on the following evening in the Mayor's Parlour, Krevin's neck was in danger. "But there's a link missing yet," he murmured. "How did Krevin get at Wallingford? They've got to prove that!
"I heard voices within." "Whose voices?" "That I can't say. I couldn't distinguish them." "Well, did you hear the Mayor's voice?" "I tell you I couldn't distinguish any voice. There were two people talking inside the Mayor's Parlour, anyway, in loud voices. It seemed to me that they were both talking at the same time in fact, I thought " "What did you think?" demanded Meeking, as Mrs.
Then Meeking, with a cynical laugh, picked up his papers and went off, and Brent, leaving Tansley talking to the superintendent, who was inclined to be huffy, strolled out of the Moot Hall, and went round to the back, with the idea of seeing for himself the narrow street which Krevin Crood had formally described.
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