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He beckoned to his solicitor and began to talk eagerly to him over the separating partition; he, it was evident, was all nerves and eagerness. But Krevin, after a careful look round the court, during which he exchanged nods with several of his acquaintance, stood staring reflectively at Meeking, as if speculating on what the famous barrister was going to say in opening the case.
There now arose a murmur in court which the Chairman and officials found it difficult to suppress. But curiosity prevailed over excitement, and the silence was deep enough when Meeking got in his next question. "You affirm all this in face of the recent inquiry?" "I do and strongly! The accounts shown at the recent inquiry were all carefully manipulated, arranged, cooked by the Town Trustees.
However, Meeking's evidently well primed and knows what he's after. What's coming next?" What came next was the glancing of the barrister's eye towards a venerable, grey-bearded man who sat in the front row of spectators, leaning on a gold-headed cane. He rose as Meeking looked at him, and came slowly forward a curious figure in those sombre surroundings.
"Apparitor to his Worshipful the Mayor of Hathelsborough," responded Spizey in his richest tones. "Mace-bearer to his Worship. Town Crier. Bellman. Steward of the Pound. Steward of High Cross and Low Cross. Summoner of Thursday Market. Convener of Saturday Market. Receiver of Dues and Customs " "You appear to be a good deal of a pluralist," interrupted Meeking. "However, are you caretaker of St.
"Well, I should say three parts of it." "And the other part?" "Spent in letting a caller in and letting the caller out." "By your front door?" "No; by a side door a private door." "You took this caller to your drawing-room?" "Yes." "For a private interview?" "Precisely." Meeking allowed a minute to elapse, during which he affected to look at his papers. Suddenly he turned full on his witness.
Meeking nodded, as much as to imply that he had no further questions to ask; when his witness had stepped down, he turned to the Coroner. "I should like to have Bunning, the caretaker, recalled, sir," he said. "I want to ask him certain questions which have just occurred to me.
Matthew James Nettleton, Member of the Society of Incorporated Accountants and Auditors. Borough Accountant of Hathelsborough during the last seven years. During that period in close touch with all the persons concerned in the present matter. "Mr. Nettleton," said Meeking, "you are Borough Accountant of Hathelsborough?" The witness folded his hands on the ledge of the box and shook his head.
"Stay, what time would that be?" "About 7.35 or so. I went along the passage to the Mayor's Parlour, but I never entered." "Never entered? Why, now, Mrs. Mallett?" "Because, as I reached the door, I heard people talking inside the Parlour. So I went back." Meeking, who by long experience knew the value of dramatic effect in the examination of witnesses, took full advantage of Mrs.
"Those affairs are all cut-and-dried. My only course was to do what I did last night resign. And to give evidence now." Meeking twisted his gown together and looked at the magistrates. He ran his eye carefully along the row of faces, and finally let it settle again on his witness. "Tell their Worships, in your own fashion, your considered opinion as to the state of the borough finances," he said.
He had continually put on and taken off his spectacles; he had moved restlessly in his chair; now and then he had seemed on the point of interrupting counsel or witnesses: it was evident that things were not at all to his liking. And now as Meeking sat down the Coroner turned to Mrs.
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