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Meeking nodded to his witness, signifying that he had no more to ask, but before Owthwaite could leave the box, Stedman, the local solicitor with whom Simon Crood had held a whispered conversation on coming into court, rose and began to cross-examine him. "Did you happen to be in Green & Polford's shop the front shop, I mean when Alderman Crood brought in that machine?" he asked.
Meeking suddenly dropped back into his seat and began to shuffle his papers. The Coroner glanced at Cotman and Cotman, with a cynical smile, got to his feet and confronted the witness. "Was it your young man that you went out to meet at a quarter to eight o'clock that evening?" he asked. "Yes, sir," admitted the girl. "What's his name?" "Joe Green, sir."
Lawrence tower to the Mayor's Parlour in the Moot Hall? Is that correct?" Dr. Pellery made an old-fashioned bow. "That is absolutely correct!" "I am sure the court is greatly obliged to you, sir," said Meeking, responding to the old man's courtesy. He looked round, and seeing that Stedman made no sign, glanced at the policeman who stood by the witness-box. "Call Stephen Spizey!" he commanded.
But, within the rapidly emptying court Brent, Tansley and Hawthwaite were grouped around Meeking the barrister was indulging in some private remarks upon the morning's proceedings, chiefly addressed to the police superintendent. "There's no doubt about it, you know," he was saying.
"Not a sort of," interrupted Dr. Pellery. "It is a connecting wall, thirty-six feet long, ten feet high, and eight feet in width, forming an arch over the street beneath the narrow street called St. Lawrence Lane." "It is an uncommon feature, that wall?" suggested Meeking. "Comparatively yes. I know of other places where ancient buildings are so joined. But there are few examples."
"I am not thinking of my own interest," declared Wellesley. "Once again I shall not give the name of my caller." There was a further pause, during which Meeking and the Coroner exchanged glances. Then Meeking suddenly turned again to the witness-box. "Was your caller a man or a woman?" he asked. "That I shan't say!" answered Wellesley steadily. "Who admitted him or her?" "I did."
"On your oath, did you see that handkerchief in Mr. Krevin Crood's possession that night he was at Mr. Mallett's?" he asked. "I've already told him I never did," retorted Louisa Speck, pointing at Meeking. "I didn't see him with it. But I'm very certain he got it!"
"Was it relating to something that you saw, in Dr. Wellesley's house, on the evening on which Mr. Wallingford was found dead in the Mayor's Parlour?" "Yes, sir." "What was it that you saw?" The girl hesitated. Evidently on the verge of a fresh outburst of tears, she compressed her nether lip, looking fixedly at the ledge of the witness-box. "Don't be afraid," said Meeking.
Had you left him at home?" "No, he had gone out before I went out myself. As to where he was, I should say he was either at the Conservative Club or at Mr. Simon Crood's. Is it relevant?" Amidst a ripple of laughter Meeking made a gesture which signified that he had done with Mrs. Mallett, and she presently stepped down from the witness-box. Meeking turned to the Coroner. "I want to have Dr.
Mallett's guests remain with him?" "Well, Alderman Crood and Mr. Krevin Crood left at about a quarter to eleven. They went away together. Mr. Coppinger stopped till about half-past eleven." Meeking paused at this point, put his hand underneath the papers which lay in front of him and produced a cardboard box.
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