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"And who," queried the coroner, "is Mr. Allan Morris?" "At first I took him to be a customer," replied Brolatsky. "And perhaps he was. He talked a great deal at times about engraved gems and would look at lists and works upon the subject. But somehow I got the notion that that was not just what he came for." "What caused you to think that?" asked the coroner.
And I know that he mocked them." "Humph!" Stillman looked at Ashton-Kirk, with surprise upon his face. "That seems odd. Men usually go into Hume's business through love of it." He turned once more to Brolatsky. "And he had no hobby of his own, no collection that he fancied more than another?" Brolatsky nodded amusedly. "Yes," he replied. "I was just coming to that.
He did have a collection that he called his own. And he never sold an item from it as long as I was with him. Indeed, I think if anybody had offered to buy, he would have come to blows with him." Ashton-Kirk bent forward. For the first time since entering the room, he spoke. "And what was the nature of that collection?" he inquired eagerly. "Portraits," answered Isidore Brolatsky.
"A lover of music who could stand the playing of a street musician for hours!" cried Stillman. "That's astonishing." "But," protested Brolatsky, "Spatola is a splendid musician. He's studied his instrument under the greatest masters in Paris, Rome and other European cities. He has played in the finest orchestras. But he never could keep a position because of his temper.
But the latter's thoughts seemed far away; his eyes were fixed upon the wall; his expression was of delighted anticipation. Stillman also noticed this non-attention to his reasoning, and a little wrinkle of discontent appeared between his brows. So he turned his gaze upon Brolatsky and spoke rather sharply. "Now, as to Mr. Hume's intimates? What do you know of them?"
"There was no one that I ever saw or heard of that you could call his friend, exactly," said he at length. "He made game of people too much to have any I guess." "Had he no associates no one with whom he spent his time?" Brolatsky shook his head. "Perhaps so; but then I was only in Christie Place during business hours. I have heard that he frequently went out at night; but where I do not know."
The young man still carried the thick volume and, when he sat down, laid it upon a corner of Stillman's desk. Its back was turned toward Ashton-Kirk and he noted that it was a work on anatomy such as first-year medical students use. "What is your name, please?" asked the coroner. "Isidore Brolatsky," replied the young man. "You are, or were, employed by Mr. Hume?" "As a clerk, yes, sir.
What brought him so frequently, as Brolatsky said, to see Hume? I believe they'd have come over the back of my car even after I started, if I had given but an encouraging look." "The evening papers will be a trial to Miss Vale for the next few days." "Well, don't neglect the morning issues, if you are going to mention any.
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