But I was so anxious--so anxious! And there
seemed just a chance. You understand?"
"I do, Miss Brellier. And I am sorry that the evidence in this case is
of no use to us. Constable, take the prisoner away to await higher
justice. I must say that I think no other verdict upon the evidence
brought forward could possibly be passed upon the prisoner than I have
passed to-day. I'm sorry, Sir Nigel, but--one must do one's duty, you
know.... We'll be getting back to the office, Mr. Murkford." He beckoned
to his clerk, who rose instantly and followed him. "Good afternoon,
gentlemen."
... And so the whole wearisome proceedings were at an end--and Cleek had
spoken no word of that would-be assassin who had come upon him in the
dark watches of the night and sought his life. He noted that Borkins
looked at him in some surprise, but held his counsel. Borkins knew more
than he had said upon his oath _this_ day; of that Cleek was certain.
Well, he would bide his time. There were other ways to work besides the
open-handed fashion of the coroner's court and the policeman's uniform.
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