The Indian Penal Code and its interpreters do not treat murder, under
any provocation whatever, in a spirit of jest. Sergeant Raines would
be very lucky indeed if he got off with seven years, I thought. He had
slept the night upon his wrongs, and had killed his man at twenty yards
before any talk was possible. That much I knew. Unless, therefore,
the case was doctored a little, seven years would be his least; and I
fancied it was exceedingly well for Sergeant Raines that he had been
liked by his Company.
That same evening--no day is so long as the day of a murder--I met
Ortheris with the dogs, and he plunged defiantly into the middle of the
matter. “I'll be one o' the witnesses,” said he. “I was in the verandah
when Mackie came along. 'E come from Mrs. Raines's quarters. Quigley,
Parsons, an' Trot, they was in the inside verandah, so they couldn't
'ave 'eard nothing. Sergeant Raines was in the verandah talkin' to me,
an' Mackie 'e come along acrost the square an' 'e sez, 'Well,' sez 'e,
''ave they pushed your 'elmet off yet, Sergeant?' 'e sez. An' at that
Raines 'e catches 'is breath an' 'e sez, 'My Gawd, I can't stand this!'
sez 'e, an' 'e picks up my rifle an' shoots Mackie. See?”
“But what were you doing with your rifle in the outer verandah an hour
after parade?”
“Cleanin' 'er,” said Ortheris, with the sullen brassy stare that always
went with his choice lies.
He might as well have said that he was dancing naked, for at no time did
his rifle need hand or rag on her twenty minutes after parade. Still the
High Court would not know his routine.
“Are you going to stick to that--on the Book?” I asked.
“Yes. Like a bloomin' leech.”
“All right, I don't want to know any more. Only remember that Quigley,
Parsons, and Trot couldn't have been where you say without hearing
something; and there's nearly certain to be a barrack-sweeper who was
knocking about the square at the time. There always is.”
“Twasn't the sweeper. It was the beastie. 'E's all right.”
Then I knew that there was going to be some spirited doctoring, and
I felt sorry for the Government Advocate who would conduct the
prosecution.
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