Part 8 (2/2)
”No, I haven't!”
”How much have you earned by your pen since you came, now?”
”About thirty pounds.”
”Thirty pounds in two years. What have you lived on, then?”
”I had money of my own,” replied Lauriston. ”I had two hundred pounds when I left home.”
”And that gave out--when?” demanded Mr. Parminter.
”Last week.”
”And so--you took your watch to the p.a.w.nshop. And--yesterday--your expected money not having arrived, you were obliged to visit the p.a.w.nshop again? Taking with you, you said just now, two rings--your own property. Am I correct?”
”Quite correct--two rings--my own property.”
Mr. Parminter turned and spoke to a police official, who, lifting aside a sheet of brown paper which lay before him, revealed the tray of rings which Lauriston and Ayscough had found on the table in Multenius's parlour. At the same time, Mr. Parminter, lifting his papers, revealed Lauriston's rings. He picked them up, laid them on the palm of his hand, and held them towards the witness.
”Are these the rings you took to the p.a.w.nshop?” he asked.
”Yes!” replied Lauriston. ”They were my mother's.”
Mr. Parminter indicated the tray.
”Did you see this tray lying in the parlour in which you found the dead man?” he enquired.
”I did.”
”Did it strike you that your own rings were remarkably like the rings in this tray?”
”No, it did not,” answered Lauriston. ”I know nothing about rings.”
Mr. Parminter quietly pa.s.sed the tray of rings to the Coroner, with Lauriston's rings lying on a sheet of paper.
”Perhaps you will examine these things and direct the attention of the jurymen to them?” he said, and turned to the witness-box again. ”I want to ask you a very particular question,” he continued. ”You had better consider it well before answering it--it is more important--to you--than may appear at first hearing. Can you bring any satisfactory proof that those two rings which you claim to be yours, really are yours?”
There followed on that a dead silence in court. People had been coming in since the proceedings had opened, and the place was now packed to the door. Every eye was turned on Lauriston as he stood in the witness-box, evidently thinking deeply. And in two pairs of eyes there was deep anxiety: Melky was nervous and fidgety; Zillah was palpably greatly concerned. But Lauriston looked at neither--and he finally turned to Mr. Parminter with a candid glance.
”The rings are mine,” he answered. ”But--I don't know how I can prove that they are!”
A suppressed murmur ran round the court--in the middle of it, the Coroner handed the rings to a police official and motioned him to show them to the jurymen. And Mr. Parminter's suave voice was heard again.
”You can't prove that they are yours.”
”May I explain?” asked Lauriston. ”Very well--there may be people, old friends, who have seen those two rings in my mother's possession. But I don't know where to find such people. If it's necessary, I can try.”
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