[The House of the Whispering Pines by Anna Katharine Green]@TWC D-Link bookThe House of the Whispering Pines BOOK THREE 121/185
I was bent on going into town, and immediately upon coming downstairs went straight to the rack and pulled on the first things that offered." It appeared to be a perfect give-a-way.
And it was, but it was a give-a-way which, I feared, threatened Carmel rather than her brother. Mr.Moffat, still nervous, still avoiding the prisoner's eye, relentlessly pursued his course, unmindful--wilfully so, it appeared--of the harm he was doing himself, as well as the witness. "Mr.Cumberland, were a coat and hat all that you took from that hall ?" "No, I took a key--a key from the bunch which I saw lying on the table." "Did you recognise this key ?" "I did." "What key was it ?" "It belonged to Mr.Ranelagh, and was the key to the club-house wine-vault." "Where did you put it after taking it up ?" "In my trousers' pocket." "What did you do then ?" "Went out, of course." "Without seeing anybody ?" "Of course.
Whom should I see ?" It was angrily said, and the flush, which had begun to die away, slowly made its way back into his cheeks. "Are you willing to repeat that you saw no one ?" "There was no one." A lie! All knew it, all felt it.
The man was perjuring himself, under his own counsel's persistent questioning on a point which that counsel had evidently been warned by him to avoid.
I was assured of this by the way Moffat failed to meet Arthur's eye, as he pressed on hastily, and in a way to forestall all opposition. "There are two ways of leaving your house for the city.
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