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"How should you describe his figure?"
"I should describe him as rather broad and stout in build, and fairly muscular, though not exceptionally so."
Mr. Loram made a rapid note of these answers and then said:
"You have told us, Mr. Jellicoe, that you have known the testator intimately for twenty-seven years. Now, did you ever notice whether he was accustomed to wear any rings upon his fingers?"
"He wore upon the third finger of his left hand a copy of an antique ring which bore the device of the Eye of Osiris. That was the only ring he ever wore as far as I know."
"Did he wear it constantly?"
"Yes, necessarily; because it was too small for him, and having once squeezed it on he was never able to get it off again."
This was the sum of Mr. Jellicoe's evidence, and at its conclusion the witness glanced inquiringly at Mr. Bellingham's counsel. But Mr. Heath remained seated, attentively considering the notes that he had just made, and finding that there was to be no cross-examination, Mr.
Jellicoe stepped down from the box. I leaned back on my bench, and, turning my head, observed Miss Bellingham deep in thought.
"What do you think of it?" I asked.
"It seems very complete and conclusive," she replied. And then, with a sigh, she murmured: "Poor old Uncle John! How horrid it sounds to talk of him in this cold-blooded, business-like way, as 'the testator,' as if he were nothing but a sort of algebraical sign."
"There isn't much room for sentiment, I suppose, in the proceedings of the Probate Court," I replied. To which she a.s.sented, and then asked: "Who is this lady?"
"This lady" was a fas.h.i.+onably dressed young woman who had just bounced into the witness-box and was now being sworn. The preliminaries being finished, she answered Miss Bellingham's question and Mr. Loram's by stating that her name was Augustina Gwendoline Dobbs, and that she was housemaid to Mr. George Hurst, of "The Poplars," Eltham.
"Mr. Hurst lives alone, I believe?" said Mr. Loram.
"I don't know what you mean by that," Miss Dobbs began; but the barrister explained:
"I mean that I believe he is unmarried?"
"Well, and what about it?" the witness demanded tartly.
"I am asking you a question."
"I know that," said the witness viciously; "and I say that you've no business to make any such insinuations to a respectable young lady when there's a cook-housekeeper and a kitchenmaid living in the house, and him old enough to be my father----"
Here his lords.h.i.+p flattened his eyelids with startling effect, and Mr.
Loram interrupted: "I make no insinuations. I merely ask, Is your employer, Mr. Hurst, an unmarried man, or is he not?"
"I never asked him," said the witness sulkily.
"Please answer my question--yes or no."
"How can I answer your question? He may be married or he may not. How do I know? I'm no private detective."
Mr. Loram directed a stupefied gaze at the witness, and in the ensuing silence a plaintiff [Transcriber's note: plaintive?] voice came from the bench:
"Is that point material?"
"Certainly, my lord," replied Mr. Loram.
"Then, as I see that you are calling Mr. Hurst, perhaps you had better put the question to him. He will probably know."
Mr. Loram bowed, and as the Judge subsided into his normal state of coma he turned to the triumphant witness.
"Do you remember anything remarkable occurring on the twenty-third of November the year before last?"
"Yes. Mr. John Bellingham called at our house."
"How did you know he was Mr. John Bellingham?"
"I didn't; but he said he was, and I supposed he knew."
"At what time did he arrive?"
"At twenty minutes past five in the evening."
"What happened then?"
"I told him that Mr. Hurst had not come home yet, and he said he would wait for him in the study and write some letters; so I showed him into the study and shut the door."
"What happened next?"
"Nothing. Then Mr. Hurst came home at his usual time--a quarter to six--and let himself in with his key. He went straight into the study where I supposed Mr. Bellingham still was, so I took no notice, but laid the table for two. At six o'clock Mr. Hurst came into the dining-room--he has tea in the City and dines at six--and when he saw the table laid for two he asked the reason. I said I thought Mr.
Bellingham was staying to dinner.
"'Mr. Bellingham!' says he. 'I didn't know he was here. Why didn't you tell me?' he says. 'I thought he was with you, sir,' I said. 'I showed him into the study,' I said. 'Well, he wasn't there when I came in,' he said, 'and he isn't there now,' he said. 'Perhaps he has gone to wait in the drawing-room,' he said. So he went and looked in the drawing-room, but he wasn't there. Then Mr. Hurst said he thought Mr.
Bellingham must have got tired of waiting and gone away; but I told him I was quite sure he hadn't, because I had been watching all the time.
Then he asked me if Mr. Bellingham was alone or whether his daughter was with him, and I said that it wasn't Mr. Bellingham at all, but Mr.
John Bellingham, and then he was more surprised than ever. I said we had better search the house to make sure whether he was there or not, and Mr. Hurst said he would come with me; so we all went over the house and looked in all the rooms, but there was not a sign of Mr. Bellingham in any of them. Then Mr. Hurst got very nervous and upset, and when he had just s.n.a.t.c.hed a little dinner he ran off to catch the six thirty-one train up to town."
"You say that Mr. Bellingham could not have left the house because you were watching all the time. Where were you while you were watching?"
"I was in the kitchen. I could see the front gate from the kitchen window."
"You say that you laid the table for two. Where did you lay it?"
"In the dining-room, of course."
"Could you see the front gate from the dining-room?"
"No, but I could see the study door. The study is opposite the dining-room."
"Do you have to come upstairs to get from the kitchen to the dining-room?"
"Yes, of course you do!"
"Then, might not Mr. Bellingham have left the house while you were coming up the stairs?"