Then her eyes were
fixed upon Merriton's face.
"It belongs to--_me_," she said.
CHAPTER XXI
QUESTIONS--AND ANSWERS
A murmur of amazement went round the room, like the sound of rising wind.
The coroner held up his hand for silence.
"You say it is yours, Miss Brellier? This--this is really most
remarkable--most remarkable! The revolver is of French make, is it not?
You bought it abroad?"
"I did. Just before I first came to England. I had been travelling
through Tunis before that, and--well, one doesn't like to be without
these things. Sir Nigel's revolver came from India, I believe--through
the agents of a French firm, the makers."
"But--" The coroner's voice was low-pitched, incredulous, "are you trying
to tell us you fired a shot that night, Miss Brellier?"
She shook her head, smiling.
"No--that would be impossible. But my revolver has always lain in that
little secretaire, and I have never had cause to use it since I have been
on this side of the Channel. I was in bed early that night, with a
headache.
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