Wynne, and I'd 'eard 'im go out and slam the door
be'ind 'im. So I was keeping me ears peeled, as you might say."
"I see. Doing a bit of eavesdropping, eh?" asked Cleek, and was rewarded
by an angry look from under the man's dark brows and a sudden tightening
of the lines about his mouth. "And what then?"
"I kept about, first in the bathroom, and then in the 'all, keeping my
ears open, for I'd an idea that one day things would come to a 'ead
between 'em. Sir Nigel had taken Mr. Wynne's girl and--"
"Close your lying mouth, you vile beast!" spat out Merriton, vehemently,
"and don't you dare to mention her name, or I'll stop you for ever from
speaking, whether I hang or not!"
Borkins looked at Cleek, and his look quite plainly conveyed the meaning
that he wished the detective to notice how violent Sir Nigel could be on
occasions, but if Cleek saw this he paid not the slightest heed.
"Speak as briefly as you can, please, and give as little offence," he cut
in, in a sharp tone, and Borkins resumed:
"At last I saw Sir Nigel and the Doctor and Mr.
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