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She considered this with a slight frown. "Yes. But I knew what it would be. You see, I had known my father."

"Anyway, you would have won William Rabone's confidence, if you had been able to do so, and betrayed it to his employers, if it would have resulted in his conviction for defrauding the bank?"

"Oh, yes," she answered. "He would have betrayed them first, would he not? That was what I intended to do." Her lips set firmly as she added, in a low voice, as though to herself, and yet so that it could be plainly heard through the silent court: "I would have done more than that."

Mr. Garrison looked up from his notes to regard the witness in a keenly questioning way. Mr. Pippin allowed a slight expression of surprise to pa.s.s over a face by which his thoughts were not often shown. Mr. Richard Middleton junior murmured, "Perhaps you did," loudly enough to be heard by most of those on the legal benches, and by Mr. Garrison, who gave the solicitor a glance of silent but sharp rebuke.

Mr. Pippin asked: "And will you please tell the court exactly what you would have been willing to do?"

"I mean that he couldn't have got more than he deserved, or than I should have been glad to have been him have."

"Even to his death?"

She did not appear to observe the possible implication of her replies. She said: "I'm not sorry he's dead, if you mean that."

"Would it be correct to say that what you saw of him during the last few weeks did not lessen the hatred which you had felt when he was no more than the name of a man you had never met?"

"I think it made it worse. I hated him for what he had done, and I disliked him additionally for what I found him to be. I think that was how most people would feel."

"Perhaps they would... And having these feelings, you would not be stirred to any animosity toward anyone who might kill him, nor desire to bring such a one under the penalty of the law?"

Miss Weston paused on this question. She glanced at the man in the dock, as the one to whom allusion was presumably made. Peter Entwistle did not look particularly repulsive to her. "No," she said. "Not the least. I think it's a better world now he's dead."

"Yet, having these feelings, you showed, on your own account, considerable courage, and ran into more possible danger than most young women would care to face, with no other object than to trace the murderer of the man whose death you regard as giving so little cause for regret. Can you explain that?"

"I didn't think of it in that way. I just wanted to get at the truth, as I had been doing all along." She added: "But if I had thought of it like that, I expect I should have done much the same. I should have thought they all belonged to the same gang, though they might have quarrelled among themselves."

Mr. Pippin was not sure that he liked this reply, and had sufficient discretion to see that if he continued further he might fare worse. He decided to switch off as rapidly as possible to another line of attack. He asked: "You are quite sure that you have told the court the full truth, neither more nor less, as to why you left your room immediately following William Rabone's death?"

"Yes. I am quite sure about that."

"And the man you followed -- if there were actually such a man -- you did not see, and could not identify?"

"No. I shouldn't recognize him at all."

"Very well. We must leave it there... Now on another matter. You have told us how Rabone forced his attentions on you at a late hour of the night -- actually at one-thirty a.m. -- and how frightened you very naturally were, especially so, if I understand rightly what had occurred, because, up to a certain point, you had given him encouragement, or, at least, some reason to expect complaisance from you.

"At that time we may suppose that Mrs. Benson was fast asleep in the bas.e.m.e.nt, three or four stories below. When you were on the top landing, or even when you were on the one outside Mr. Hammerton's door, she may have been out of hearing, but Mr. Hammerton certainly was not.

"If I understood you correctly, you threatened to call him to your a.s.sistance, but Rabone was, to use your own word, contemptuous of any interference from him, and you do not appear to have been surprised at this att.i.tude.

"May I conclude that Mr. Hammerton, or Edwards as I believe that he was known to Rabone and yourself -- or was it possibly Vaughan? -- was previously acquainted with William Rabone, and presumably under his influence?"

"No. I think that is wrong. I believe they had only met on the previous day. I have really no doubt about it."

Mr. Garrison turned over his notes. "I think," he said, "we already have Mr. Hammerton's evidence to that effect."

Mr. Pippin said: "Yes. That is so," in a tone that I implied that the word of Mr. Hammerton, Edwards, or Vaughan, was of negligible value on any subject whatever. But Mr. Garrison was of a scrupulous impartiality. He was dubious about Mr. Hammerton in more ways than one, but the oath of any man is not to be lightly set aside, if there be no contrary evidence to weigh it down. He said: "Well, go on, Mr. Pippin."

"Then, if we are to accept the supposition that they were no more than acquaintances of a few hours -- - Will you repeat Mr. Rabone's contemptuous words, as exactly as you can recall them?"

Miss Weston had a moment of silence, as though she searched a deficient memory for words which she could not recall with the certainty that the occasion required. In fact, she remembered them without difficulty, but she had some reluctance to quote them. They must be offensive to publish, and might be harmful, to one toward whom she felt as a friend. But she reflected that, from one angle or other, the facts would certainly be revealed concerning all who had been on the scene of William Rabone's death, and that a frank answer might ultimately be best, in more ways than one. She answered: "What he said was, as nearly as I can recollect, 'You'll get no help from that jailbird. Do you think he's going to call in the police?'"

"And you understood that singular allusion to Mr. Hammerton's past or present position?"

"Yes. I knew what he meant."

"Although, like Mr. Rabone, you had only made his acquaintance a few hours previously?"

"Yes. Mr. Hammerton had told me what had happened."

"You knew, in fact, that he was an escaped convict?"

"I knew he had escaped from prison."

"And you had no thought of informing the police?"

"No. I should have thought it would have been a very mean thing to do."

"Don't you recognize that it is the duty of every citizen to a.s.sist the officers of the law?"

"I thought Mr. Hammerton was an innocent and most unfortunate man."

Mr. Garrrson allowed himself to smile slightly at this example of feminine logic, which Miss Weston evidently considered to be a sufficient reply. He said: "Don't you think we are going rather far afield, Mr. Pippin? I am not sure that I should not have warned the witness that she is not bound to answer your latest questions."

Mr. Pippin said he would leave it there, but before he could resume his examination Mr. Jellipot was on his feet.

"As representing Mr. Hammerton -- - " he began "I am not sure," Mr. Garrison interrupted, "that I can hear you in that capacity."

"I think," Mr. Jellipot persisted, with a gentle firmness, "after what has been said already, that a few words of explanation may a.s.sist the court."

Mr. Garrison looked dubious. But he was himself considerably puzzled; particularly in respect of the fact that Francis Hammerton, an escaped convict of recent notoriety, and who had stood in the dock on a charge of murder a week ago, did not appear to be in the present custody of the police. He said doubtfully: "Well, a few words, Mr. Jellipot, if you a.s.sure me that it will a.s.sist the court."

Mr. Jellipot had the good sense to take the permission literally, and showed that he could be brief and pointed when the occasion required.

"I only wished," he said, "to make Mr. Hammerton's present position clear. It is true that he was recently convicted of a criminal offence, and that he escaped from the custody of the police. He has now appealed against that conviction, and has been granted bail until the appeal can be heard."

Mr. Garrison considered this, and felt more surprise than he permitted himself to show. He said only: "That is quite clear. I am obliged to you, Mr. Jellipot, for your a.s.sistance... Pray continue, Mr. Pippin."

Mr. Pippin resumed: "You have said, Miss Weston, that William Rabone was a man you hated, as being, in your belief, ultimately responsible for your father's death. You were on the track of his supposed criminality, with the object of revenging yourself upon him. Up to the last day -- almost up to the moment when you went upstairs together, as you have told the court, to the attic rooms where he was to meet a violent death in the next hour -- you appear to have had a hope that you would be the instrument by which he would be brought to justice for the crimes which, rightly or wrongly, you believed him to have committed. But that evening that hope -- that expectation -- must have finally left your mind. You heard him express confidence that he could make terms with the bank which would be profitable to himself, or, at the worst, that they would be able to do no more than dismiss him, which he had no occasion to fear. Did you not realize, at that moment, that, unless you should take it into your own hands, and that instantly, your hope and opportunity of revenge might be gone for ever?"

Mr. Pippin's manner had altered as this last question was asked. His tone had become solemn, and tense with the accusation that it conveyed. Yet Mr. Garrison, listening carefully, recognized that it was put in a form to which no exception could be taken.

Miss Weston considered it for a moment, as though not instantly grasping whatever meaning it had. Then she gave Mr. Pippin a straight glance, as she said without apparent resentment: "What you want me to say is that I killed him myself, which is untrue."

"I want you to answer the question, which I will repeat if necessary."

"There is no need to do that. The answer is that I didn't think about it in that way at all."

"Very well. That is your answer. You didn't think about it in that way at all!"

Mr. Pippin sat down, and Mr. Garrison looked at Mr. Dunkover to ask: "Do you wish to re-examine the witness?"

Mr. Dunkover shook his head, and Mr. Garrison said: "Then we will adjourn at this point." He continued to address Mr. Dunkover when he asked: "I wonder how far you can help me as to how much further time this case is likely to need."

Mr. Dunkover said that he had one more witness to call. He did not antic.i.p.ate that he would be long in the box. So far as he was concerned, the case might be over by noon tomorrow.

Mr. Huddleston rose at once. "When the prosecution have completed their case, unless they have some very different evidence from any which we have yet heard, I shall ask you to discharge Mr. Entwistle forthwith. Should you decide against me at that stage, I shall put my client into the box, and shall have at least three other witnesses to call. I antic.i.p.ate being able to satisfy you of Mr. Entwistle's absolute innocence."

Mr. Garrison's face was expressionless as he replied: "Thank you, Mr. Huddleston. That was all that I wished to know."

Chapter XXIX.

INSPECTOR COMBRIDGE left the court with a cheerful expression, not wishing his opponents to know how worried he really felt. He had seen that if he should get a committal he would have much to do to complete his case to a point at which a jury's conviction would become tolerably certain, but that was a difficulty which he was used to meet, and to overcome.

But if Mr. Garrison should refuse to commit the accused man, it would be a rebuff to the police for which he would have the major responsibility. And he could not conceal from himself that it was becoming more than a possibility. It was not only that one of the two witnesses to the event which he had produced had been disclosed as a convict now actually under the sentence of the law, and the other as a woman who had been bitterly seeking revenge on the murdered man. More or less, he had been prepared for that, though he had not antic.i.p.ated that Miss Weston's cross-examination would have developed quite as it had done. But he had discussed these difficulties with Mr. Dunkover, and they had agreed in considering them to be surmountable obstacles.

That which disturbed him most was the offensive confidence with which the eminent counsel secured by Peter Entwistle's ill-acquired money were conducting the defence: the talk of witnesses whose ident.i.ty he could not guess, but who were to be brought forward to his confusion.

He saw that the defence must have some weapon in their armoury of the nature of which he was unaware, and that was worse than to be confronted by a difficulty, however great, which he could measure and understand.

He met Mr. Dunkover leaving the court, and saw a man as professionally unruffled, and inwardly almost as perturbed as himself. Mr. Dunkover also looked defeat in the face, and recognized that it would be attributed in legal circles to the abilities of the opposing counsel. Everyone knew (it would be said) that Dunkover was no match for Huddleston -- and with Pippin against him also!

But if he feared the result, he was no less resolute to put up the best fight he could, and he pointed out what he thought to be a gleam of light on an otherwise darkened sky.

"You'll find," he said, "that Garrison won't be disposed to discharge the prisoner before he's gone into the box, and when we have him there, you never know what we may get him to say. If we'd been in this position before the date when accused men were allowed to give evidence on their own behalf, I should have said it looked a good deal worse than it does now... Of course, Garrison knows that you wouldn't have put the man in the dock unless you'd been pretty sure that he'd fill the bill, and he'll give you every chance that he fairly can."

"Yes," the Inspector agreed, "I should say we can depend on him for that, but I wish I knew a bit more as to what their witnesses are going to say. You don't think there's any real doubt that we've got the right man this time?"

"I don't think the murder was done by either Hammerton or the young lady, if you mean that. I think they're both telling a straight tale, and, if so, the more they're attacked, the better we shall come off in the end, especially when we've got a jury to deal with... But the trouble is that their evidence doesn't go quite as far as it should, and Bigland's hardly makes it up to a full weight... But as to whether you've got the right man, I should say you've made a good guess, and if he didn't do it himself he probably knows who did... Well, it's no use worrying. I've been on a worse road before now, and got home in the end."

Inspector Combridge must take what comfort he could, which was not much, from that guarded reply. If he had got the wrong man for the second time, he was likely to live in the records of Scotland Yard in a way which he had not antic.i.p.ated, and certainly did not desire. He looked round for Francis Hammerton, to whom he had wished to speak, having a vague hope that, in his search for those who could support the plea of his own innocence, he might hear something of that in which he was less directly concerned, but Francis had already gone.

He had slipped away the moment that Mr. Garrison left the bench, fleeing to his unknown room from a publicity the extent and consequences of which-he feared, but was unable to judge.

Had he stayed, he would have been able to tell nothing to the Inspector's comfort or his own advantage, for the weekend had been spent in abortive search for more than one of his old acquaintances who had left the city. He had gained no more than an increasing realization that the ways of the amateur detective are not easy to tread, and had resigned himself to the conclusion that he must succeed in getting in touch with August Garten, or return to the prison walls from which he was so shortly and precariously set free. And even if he should see her again, who could guess what she would be likely to do or say?

If he had any comfort of mind for this night, it was in recalling the voice of a girl who had said, with a confidence very pleasant to hear: "I thought Mr. Hammerton was an innocent and most unfortunate man." But, unfortunately for him, Miss Weston was not one of the Judges of the Appeal Court.

He spent the evening in watching for a postman who did not come, having a faint hope that Miss Garten might answer by that time, and he left his room an hour before that at which breakfast could be obtained in the morning, seeking for a letter on the hall-table, and was only aware how faint his expectation had really been when he saw an envelope of the familiar mauve, addressed in August's bold but insubordinate hand -- for Miss Garten's handwriting had the curious quality that while it had its own regularity, it would decline to conform to the size of the paper on which she wrote.

He took the letter back to his own room before opening it, which cost him a needless climb up three flights of stairs, to be descended again in haste, for what he read was this: Dear Harold, Why such a filthy trick? If I had not known your writing, I should have refused it, of course.

Not that there is any reason, but no one likes to be caught in a mug's trap. Call up Ellerton 6603 within a quarter of an hour of when you get this, and we'll have a few words.

A. G.

He had discretion enough to avoid the telephone in the hall, and went out to seek a street instrument, which he found in three minutes of brisk walking. He rang up the number mentioned, and heard August Garten's voice answering.

"You needn't tell me who you are," she said quickly. "I know that well enough. You know the restaurant in the side-street off Piccadilly, where we met once or twice before? There's no need to mention it, if you do.

"If you go there about seven tonight, and straight upstairs, and come in at the second door on the right, you may find me there, or you mayn't. It depends.

"But look here, Harold, you mustn't mention to anyone that you've rung me up, or that I'm going to see you again. I don't mean who you think. I mean anyone. Just what I say. Promise? Very well. It'll be your loss if you do.

"That's enough now. You're certain you know the place? I've no time to chat."

He had no time to thank her before she had rung off, leaving him to puzzle out what these instructions might mean.

Her letter, though it had no address at its head, certainly implied that she was not in hiding, and had nothing to fear from the police, to whom she had also alluded plainly enough when she had said, "I don't mean who you think." And to give a telephone number is to give a means by which you may be as quickly and certainly traced as by the fullest postal address.

She had told him to ring her up within fifteen minutes of getting the letter, and that was also significant of her wish for secrecy. She could not have known within an hour at what time the letter would come to his hands. The narrow margin of time must have been intended to secure as far as possible that he would have no opportunity of talking to others before she could gain his promise of silence. And even on the phone, she had been quick enough to prevent him giving his name, and the appointment had been made in such a way that anyone who had been listening-in would not know within half a square mile where it was that they were arranging to meet... If she were not avoiding the police, on which point he may be excused a doubt, it was evident that she had some most urgent reason for meeting him in a private manner.

Well, he must wait, with what patience he could, and meanwhile he must return to the magistrates' court, and watch the development of a drama in which it had seemed, a mere week ago, that he was to have been cast for the central part.

He found Inspector Combridge looking out for him as he entered the court. He had no wish either to treat him with lack of confidence or to break his promise to August Garten, whether or not it had been the police she had had in mind. He had prepared himself against such an encounter, and said at once: "Don't ask me now, but tomorrow morning I hope to have something to tell you," and was relieved when the Inspector accepted that a.s.surance, and hurried on, having other urgencies to distract his mind.

Chapter x.x.x.

NOS. 1 to 20 Vincent Street consisted of a row of adjoining houses which were narrow and high. They had bas.e.m.e.nts, and four floors above, on each of which were two rooms only.

No. 13 was rented by two sisters who, like Mrs. Benson, lived in the bas.e.m.e.nt, and made their living by letting the rooms above. They did the whole work of the house, beside waiting upon their various lodgers, and it is not hard to believe that, as they said, they slept well, and were indifferent to noises during the night.

Of the four floors which they let off, the two rooms at the top were rented by Peter Entwistle.

Those on the next had been occupied by a man named Bigland, and a female companion whom he called his sister, until a few weeks before, when the woman had died, since which date he had been the sole tenant of this floor.

The two rooms on the second floor were rented separately by Miss Vivian Perrin, and Miss Gracie Fortescue, two young ladies who occupied them more or less in common, or as the exigencies of their occupation required. They were frequently out during the night hours, and less disposed to regard the movements of others than concerned that their own should be un.o.bserved. They professed anxiety to a.s.sist the police, with whom they preferred to maintain relations as friendly as their occupation allowed, but they said, with apparent frankness, that they were unable to do so on this occasion.

On the ground floor, a single room was rented by Miss Patricia Welkins, an ancient invalid who shared it with rather numerous cats. She had been an actress in pre historic days, and was very willing to talk to Inspector Combridge concerning her triumphs and acquaintances during the latter half of the previous century, but she showed less interest in more recent events.

As to people pa.s.sing in and out during the night, the nuisance was too frequent for the observation or memory of separate instances. On the night of the 4th inst.? No doubt there were. Probably dozens. But she had no detailed recollection whatever.

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