Borkins came through the ordeal fairly well, all things considered.
He told his story of what he had said he had seen that night, in a
comparatively steady voice, though he was of the type that is addicted
to nervousness when appearing before people.
Cleek, at the back of the court, with Mr. Narkom on his right and Dollops
on his left, waited for that one weak spot in the evidence, and saw with
a smile how the coroner lit upon it. His opinion of that worthy went up
considerably.
"You say you heard the man Wynne groaning and moaning on the garden
pathway after he was shot, and then practically saw him die?"
"I did, sir."
"And yet, a man killed in that fashion, hit in that particular portion of
the temple, always dies instantaneously. Isn't that rather strange?"
Borkins went red.
"I have nothing to say, sir. Simply what I heard."
"H'm. Well, certainly the evidence does dovetail in, and the doctors may
have been wrong in this instance. We can look into that evidence later.
Stand down."
Borkins stood down with something like a sigh of relief, and pushed his
way back into his place, his friends nodding to him and congratulating
him upon the way he had given his evidence.
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