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Page 92
"Who's Amos talking to now?" he whispered to Bill.
"Parsons. One of the gardeners. He's at the outside lodge on
the Stanton road. They're all here to-day. Sort of holiday for
'em.
"I wonder if he's giving evidence too," thought Antony. He was.
He followed Amos. He had been at work on the lawn in front of
the house, and had seen Robert Ablett arrive. He didn't hear the
shot--not to notice. He was a little hard of hearing. He had
seen a gentleman arrive about five minutes after Mr. Robert.
"Can you see him in court now?" asked the Coroner. Parsons
looked round slowly. Antony caught his eye and smiled.
"That's him," said Parsons, pointing.
Everybody looked at Antony.
"That was about five minutes afterwards?"
"About that, sir."
"Did anybody come out of the house before this gentleman's
arrival?"
"No, sir. That is to say I didn't see 'em."
Stevens followed. She gave her evidence much as she had given it
to the Inspector. Nothing new was brought out by her
examination. Then came Elsie. As the reporters scribbled down
what she had overheard, they added in brackets "Sensation" for
the first time that afternoon.
"How soon after you had heard this did the shot come?" asked the
Coroner.
"Almost at once, sir."
"A minute?"
"I couldn't really say, sir. It was so quick."
"Were you still in the hall?"
"Oh, no, sir. I was just outside Mrs. Stevens' room. The
housekeeper, sir."
"You didn't think of going back to the hall to see what had
happened?"
"Oh, no, sir. I just went in to Mrs. Stevens, and she said, 'Oh,
what was that?' frightened-like. And I said, 'That was in the
house, Mrs. Stevens, that was.' Just like something going off,
it was."
"Thank you," said the Coroner.
There was another emotional disturbance in the room as Cayley
went into the witness-box; not "Sensation" this time, but an
eager and, as it seemed to Antony, sympathetic interest. Now
they were getting to grips with the drama.
He gave his evidence carefully, unemotionally--the lies with the
same slow deliberation as the truth. Antony watched him
intently, wondering what it was about him which had this odd sort
of attractiveness. For Antony, who knew that he was lying, and
lying (as he believed) not for Mark's sake but his own, yet could
not help sharing some of that general sympathy with him.
"Was Mark ever in possession of a revolver?" asked the Coroner.
"Not to my knowledge. I think I should have known if he had
been."
"You were alone with him all that morning. Did he talk about
this visit of Robert's at all?"
"I didn't see very much of him in the morning. I was at work in
my room, and outside, and so on. We lunched together and he
talked of it then a little."
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