He knew his master's
revolver, had seen it slipped under his pillow more often than not of an
evening when Sir Nigel went to bed. Here Borkins saw his life's
opportunity of getting even. He knew, too, of Miss Brellier's
revolver--_must_ have known, else why should this particular instrument
be used upon this particular night, in place of the usual type of
revolver which Brellier's guards carried, and by which poor Collins
undoubtedly met his death? So we will take it that he knew of this little
instrument here, and upon hearing of Wynne's proposed investigations, he
dashed to the back kitchen of the Towers--which, was rarely used by the
other servants, as being, so one of them told me, 'so dark and damp that
it fair gave 'em the creeps.' Therefore Borkins had his way unmolested,
and it did not take him long, knowing the turnings of the underground
passage--as he did from constant use--to communicate with Withersby Hall.
To which guard he told his tale I do not know, but, since we have taken
the whole crowd--we'll find out later.
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