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Ballantyne, who has endured all the horrors of a trial, the publicity, the suspense, the dread risk that justice might miscarry, should have afterwards to suffer the treatment of a leper." There was for the moment no room for any anger now in Mrs. Pettifer's thoughts. Consternation possessed her.
In a word he is a man with everything to lose if he lied as a witness in a trial. And yet I am not satisfied." Mr. Pettifer's voice sank to a low murmur. He sat at his desk staring out in front of him through the window. "Why?" asked Hazlewood. But Pettifer did not answer him. He seemed not to hear the question.
"Since Pettifer's in doubt," he said to himself, "there must be some flaw in this trial which I overlooked in the heat of my sympathy"; and to discover that flaw he read again every printed detail of it from the morning when Stella first appeared before the stipendiary magistrate to that other morning a month later when the verdict was given. And he found no flaw.
Pettifer's slight sarcasm, 'for I certainly did consider Janet Raynor the most promising young woman of my acquaintance; a little too much lifted up, perhaps, by her superior education, and too much given to satire, but able to express herself very well indeed about any book I recommended to her perusal.
Now he spoke shortly, but he spoke to the point: "I for one." Thresk turned with a smile upon Pettifer. "I thought so. I recognised Mr. Pettifer's hand in all this.
I must stay quietly here while you two go to church. I will be Mrs. Pettifer's maid, and get the dinner ready for her by the time she comes back. Dear good woman! She was so tender to me when she took me in, in the night, mother, and all the next day, when I couldn't speak a word to her to thank her.
"And by the blessing of Heaven, my friends, one and all," cried the captain, radiant with joy, "of the Heaven that put it into this Tom Pettifer's head to take so much care of his head against the bright sun, he lined his hat with the original leaf in Tregarthen's writing, and here it is!" With that the captain, to the utter destruction of Mr.
"Yes, and throughout the sitting at the Stipendiary's inquiry before you came upon the scene that theory was clearly developed." "Yes." Thresk's confidence vanished as quickly as it had come. He realised whither Pettifer's questions were leading. There was a definitely weak link in his story and Pettifer had noticed it and was testing it.
Pettifer's, but found, to her great disappointment, that her old friend was gone out for the day. So she wrote on a leaf of her pocket-book an urgent request that Mrs. Pettifer would come and stay with her while her mother was away; and, desiring the servant-girl to give it to her mistress as soon as she came home, walked on to the Vicarage to sit with Mrs.
"And friends who will not fail you, Stella," said the old man. "To-night begins the great change. You'll see." Robert Pettifer puzzled her indeed more than his wife. She was plain to read. She was frigidly polite, her enemy. Once or twice, however, Stella turned her head to find Robert Pettifer's eyes resting upon her with a quiet scrutiny which betrayed nothing of his thoughts.
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