Run to Earth: A NovelBraddon, M. E. (Mary Elizabeth)
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Run to Earth: A Novel
Braddon, M. E. (Mary Elizabeth)
English fiction
The two men parted. Reginald Eversleigh knew that his presence would be
required at the coroner's inquest. The surgeon did not attempt to
detain him.
For the time, at least, this arch-plotter found himself suddenly
brought to a stand-still.
The inquest commenced almost immediately after Reginald's return to the
castle.
The first witness examined was the valet, who had been the person to
discover the death; the next were the two medical men, whose evidence
was of a most important nature.
It was a closed court, and no one was admitted who was not required to
give evidence. Lady Eversleigh sat at the opposite end of the table to
that occupied by the coroner. She had declined to avail herself of the
services of any legal adviser. She had declared her determination to
trust in her own innocence, and in that alone. Proud, calm, and
self-possessed, she confronted the solemn assembly, and did not shrink
from the scrutinizing looks that met her eyes in every direction.
Reginald Eversleigh contemplated her with a feeling of murderous
hatred, as he took his place at some little distance from her seat.
The evidence of Mr. Missenden was to the effect that Sir Oswald
Eversleigh had died from the effects of a subtle and little-known
poison. He had discovered traces of this poison in the empty glass
which had been found upon the table beside the dead man, and he had
discovered further traces of the same poison in the stomach of the
deceased.
After the medical witnesses had both been examined, Peterson, the
butler, was sworn. He related the facts connected with the execution of
the will, and further stated that it was he who had carried the carafe
of water, claret-jug, and the empty glass to Sir Oswald.
"Did you fetch the water yourself?" asked the coroner.
"Yes, your worship--Sir Oswald was very particular about the water
being iced--I took it from a filter in my own charge."
"And the glass?"
"I took the glass from my own pantry."
"Are you sure that there was nothing in the glass when you took the
salver to you master?"
"Quite sure, sir. I'm very particular about having all my glass bright
and clear--it's the under butler's duty to see to that, and it's my
duty to keep him up to his work. I should have seen in a moment if the
glass had been dull and smudgy at the bottom."
The water remaining in the carafe had been examined by the medical
witnesses, and had been declared by them to be perfectly pure. The
claret had been untouched. The poison could, therefore, have only been
introduced to the baronet's room in the glass; and the butler protested
that no one but himself and his assistant had access to the place in
which the glass had been kept.
How, then, could the baronet have been poisoned, except by his own hand?
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