The Mystery of the Clasped Hands: A NovelBoothby, Guy
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The Mystery of the Clasped Hands: A Novel
Boothby, Guy
Detective and mystery stories; Fiction
“Call Joseph Hodder,” said Mr. Rolland, and, to Godfrey’s amazement, one
of his own under-gardeners entered the box. Having taken the oath, he
stated, in reply to the counsel’s question, that, on the Sunday
following the murder, it was his duty to attend to the stoking of the
fires of the various conservatories at the Hall. He knew that his
master and the ladies had gone to Church, because he had passed them in
the park, and that the strange gentleman had remained at home, because,
when he had passed the drawing-room window on his way to his work, he
saw him sitting before the fire reading. Having attended to the fires in
the vineries and other garden-houses, he returned to the Hall itself to
look after the heat in the new winter garden that Mr. Henderson had
built. From this house in question it is quite possible to see into the
studio, and, to his surprise, he discovered the gentleman visitor was no
longer in the drawing-room, but was kneeling beside the big bookcase
near the fireplace in the studio. It looked as if he were feeling for
something behind it, but what that something was he had no idea. When he
was asked why he had not given information on this matter before, he
replied that he had not attached any importance to it until he had
talked it over with the head gardener on the day following the search by
the police. Then he had gone to Miss Henderson, and had told her. She
had written at once to his master’s lawyer, and that was all he knew
about it.
“The evidence of this man,” said Mr. Rolland, “completes my case.”
The words had scarcely left his lips before Victor Fensden was seen to
spring to his feet. Once more he opened his mouth as if to speak, and
once more he failed to utter a word. Then, with a loud cry, he fell
forward in a swoon. Two of the policemen near at hand ran forward to
pick him up. Between them, they carried him out of the Court to an
adjoining room. In the Court itself at that moment, it would have been
possible to have heard a pin drop. Then the judge found his voice.
“Gentlemen,” he said, addressing the jury, “after the astounding
evidence you have just heard, I am thankful to say that, in my opinion,
there is not the least shadow of a reason for continuing the case
against the prisoner at the bar. In this I feel sure you will concur
with me.”
The foreman of the jury entirely agreed with his lordship, and at the
same time desired to express, on behalf of himself and his brother
jurymen, their great regret that a gentleman of Mr. Henderson’s position
should, by another man’s action, have been placed in such an unhappy
predicament.
“With that I quite agree,” said the counsel for the prosecution.
This was the signal for general applause in Court, which, somehow, was
not checked by the judge as quickly as is customary in such cases.
When silence had been restored, the latter addressed Godfrey.
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