The Orange-Yellow DiamondFletcher, J. S. (Joseph Smith)
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The Orange-Yellow Diamond
Fletcher, J. S. (Joseph Smith)
Detective and mystery stories; Diamonds -- Fiction; London (England) -- Fiction
Finally, he stepped down
the side-passage and entered the door which led to the compartments
into which people turned who took things to pledge. He, Hollinshaw,
remained at his shop door for some minutes after that--in fact, until
the last witness came along. He saw Ayscough enter Multenius's front
door and immediately pause--then the door was shut, and he himself went
back into his own shop, his wife just then calling him to tea.
"You saw the young man you speak of quite clearly?" asked the Coroner.
"As clearly as I see you, sir," replied the witness.
"Do you see him here?"
Hollinshaw turned instantly and pointed to Lauriston.
"That's the young man, sir," he answered, with confidence.
Amidst a general craning of necks, Melky whispered to Lauriston.
"You'd ought to ha' had a lawyer, mister!" he said. "S'elp me, I'm a
blooming fool for not thinking of it! Be careful--the Coroner's
a-looking at you!"
As a matter of fact, every person in the court was staring at
Lauriston, and presently the Coroner addressed him.
"Do you wish to ask this witness any questions?" he enquired.
Lauriston rose to his feet.
"No!" he replied. "What he says is quite correct. That is, as regards
myself."
The Coroner hesitated a moment; then he motioned to Hollinshaw to leave
the box, and once more turned to Lauriston.
"We will have your evidence now," he said. "And--let me warn you that
there is no obligation on you to say anything which would seem to
incriminate you."
CHAPTER NINE
WHOSE WERE THOSE RINGS?
Paying no attention to another attempted murmur of advice from Melky,
who seemed to be on pins and needles, Lauriston at once jumped to his
feet and strode to the witness-box. The women in the public seats
glanced at him with admiring interest--such a fine-looking young
fellow, whispered one sentimental lady to another, to have set about a
poor old gentleman like Mr. Multenius! And everybody else, from the
Coroner to the newspaper reporter--who was beginning to think he would
get some good copy, after all, that morning--regarded him with
attention. Here, at any rate, was the one witness who had actually
found the pawnbroker's dead body.
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