Even more clever, isn't it? I wonder whose idea it originally was."
He spun round slowly upon his heel and faced the line of seated
witnesses. His eyes once more travelled over the group, face to face,
eye to eye, until he paused suddenly and pointed at Borkins's chalk-white
countenance.
"That's the man who probably did the job," he said casually. "Brellier's
right-hand man, that. With a brain that might have been used for other and
better things."
The judge leaned forward upon his folded elbows, pointing his pen in
Borkins's direction.
"Then you say this man is part and parcel of the scheme, Mr. Cleek?" he
queried.
"I do. And a very big part, too. But, let me qualify that statement by
saying that if it hadn't been for Borkins's desire for revenge upon the
man he served, this whole ghastly affair would probably never have been
revealed. Wynne would have vanished in the ordinary way, as Collins
vanished afterward, and the superstitious horror would have gone on until
there was not one person left in the village of Fetchworth who would have
dared to venture an investigation of the flames.
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