"I am sorry for you--very. But
at least you will have consolation in your future husband's release. That
should compensate you. Here, officer, take hold of this man. We'll get
down to brass tacks now. Take hold of him, and hold him fast, for a more
slippery snake never was created. All right, Sir Nigel; it is all right,
lad. Sit down. This is going to be a long story, but it's got to be told.
Fetch chairs for the witnesses, constable. And don't let any of 'em
go--yet. I want 'em to hear this thing through."
In his quick, easy manner he seemed suddenly to have taken command of the
court. And, knowing that he was Hamilton Cleek, and that Cleek would use
his own methods, or none, Mr. Justice Grainger took the wisest course,
and--let him alone.
When all was in readiness, Cleek settled down to the story. He was the
only man left standing, a straight slim figure, full of that controlled
power and energy that is so often possessed by a small but perfect
machine. He bowed to the judge with something of the theatrical in his
manner, and then rested one hand upon the clerk's table.
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