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He, suddenly aware that Hyde had pointed to him, was obviously greatly taken aback and embarrassed he looked sharply at the prisoner, knitted his brows, shook his head, and turning to Methley muttered something which no one else caught. Mr. Millington-Bywater looked at him and turned to his client.
"You really agreed!" exclaimed Mr. Millington-Bywater. "I agreed! I wanted my papers. We parted, with an agreement that we were to meet two days later at the same place. I was there so was the woman. She handed me a parcel, and I immediately took it to an adjacent seat and examined it. Everything that I could remember was there, with two exceptions.
From her speech and manner, she was, I should say, a woman of education and refinement." "Did you try to trace her, or her principals, through the district messenger who brought the letter?" "Certainly not! I told you, just now, that I gave my word of honour: I couldn't." Mr. Millington-Bywater turned to the magistrate.
It was a plain, consecutive story, in which he set forth the circumstances preceding the evening of the murder and confessed his picking up of the ring which lay on the pavement by Ashton's body. He kept his eyes steadily fixed on Mr. Millington-Bywater under this examination, never removing them from him save when the magistrate interposed with an occasional remark or question.
Millington-Bywater let this answer sink into the prevalent atmosphere and suddenly turned to another matter. The knife which had been found in Hyde's possession was lying with certain other exhibits on the solicitor's table, and Mr. Millington-Bywater pointed to it. "Now about that knife," he said. "It is yours? Very well how long have you had it?" "Three or four years," replied Hyde, promptly.
A big, heavy-faced, shrewd-eyed man, Mr. Millington-Bywater made no sign, and to all outward appearance showed no very great interest while the counsel who now appeared on behalf of the police, completed his case against the prisoner.
Perhaps this gentleman will go into the box and deny it on oath." Mr. Millington-Bywater sat down as quickly as if a heavy hand had forced him into his seat, and Viner saw a swift look of gratification cross his features. Close by, Mr. Pawle chuckled with joy. "By the Lord Harry!" he whispered, "the very thing we wanted!
"Hyde evidently recognizes one of those two! Now which?" Mr. Pawle glanced at the prisoner. Hyde's face, hitherto pale, had flushed a little, and his eyes had grown bright; he looked as if he had suddenly seen a friend's face in a hostile crowd. But Mr. Millington-Bywater, who had been bending over his papers, suddenly looked up with another question, and Hyde again turned his attention to him.
Millington-Bywater. "No," answered the witness with a quiet smile. "I didn't! I knew too much of the habits of men in mining centers to waste time in that way. A great many men had left that particular camp during my illness it would have been impossible to trace each one. No after all, I had left England in order to lose my identity, and now, of course, it was gone.
Millington-Bywater seemed to be at a loss; in the next he bent forward toward the witness-box and fixed the man standing there with a piercing look. "Do you seriously tell us, on your oath, that these papers your papers, if you are what you claim to be were stolen from you many years ago, and have only just been restored to you?" he asked. "On your oath, mind!"
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