Detective and mystery stories, English; English fiction -- 20th century; Short stories, English
"'I forgot, I suppose,' the lovely Rebecca replied, with a defiant
air. 'I often forget to bolt the door.'
"'And did you not see or hear anything strange when you came in?'
"'I heard nothing. I was rather sleepy and went straight up to my
room. I was in bed within ten minutes of coming in.'
"She was speaking quite firmly now, in a clear though rather harsh
voice: but that she was nervous, not to say frightened, was very
obvious. She had a handkerchief in her hand, with which she fidgeted
until it was nothing but a small, wet ball, and she had a habit of
standing first on one foot then on the other, and of shifting the
position of her hat. I do not think that there was a single member
of the jury who did not think that she was lying, and she knew that
they thought so, for now and again her fine dark eyes would
scrutinise their faces and dart glances at them either of scorn or of
anxiety.
"After a while she appeared very tired, and when pressed by the
coroner over some trifling matters, she broke down and began to cry.
After which she was allowed to stand down, and Mr. Reuben Levison was
called.
"I must say that I took an instinctive dislike to him as he stood
before the jury with a jaunty air of complete self-possession. He
had a keen, yet shifty eye, and sharp features very like a rodent.
To me it appeared at once that he was reciting a lesson rather than
giving independent evidence. He stated that he had been present at
dinner during the quarrel between his mother and sister-in-law, and
his mother was certainly very angry at the moment, but later on he
went upstairs to bid her good-night. She cried a little and said a
few hard things, but in the end she gave way to him as she always
did: she opened the safe, got out the diamond stars and gave them to
him, making him promise to return them the very first thing in the
morning.
"'I told her,' Reuben went on glibly, 'that I would not be home until
the Monday morning. I would see Rebecca into a taxi after the ball,
but I had the intention of spending a couple of nights and the
intervening Sunday with a pal who had a flat at Haverstock Hill. I
thought then that my mother would lock the stars up again,
however--she was always a woman of her word--once she had said a
thing she would stick to it--and so as I said she gave me the stars
and Mrs. Aaron wore them that night.'
"'And you handed the stars to Mrs. Aaron at half-past nine?'
"The coroner asked the question with the same earnest emphasis which
he had displayed when he put it to young Mrs. Levison. I saw
Reuben's shifty eye flash across at her, and I know that she answered
that flash with a slight drop of her eyelids. Whereupon he replied
as readily as she had done:
"'Yes, sir, it must have been about half-past nine.'
"And I assure you that every intelligent person in that room must
have felt certain that Reuben was lying just as Rebecca had done
before him."
§4
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