Part 9 (1/2)

”I should certainly try, if I were you,” observed Mr. Parminter, drily.

”Now, when did those two rings come into your possession?”

”When my mother died,” replied Lauriston.

”Where have you kept them?”

”Locked up in my trunk.”

”Have you ever, at any time, or any occasion, shown them to any person?

Think!”

”No,” answered Lauriston. ”I can't say that I ever have.”

”Not even at the time of your mother's death?”

”No! I took possession, of course, of all her effects. I don't remember showing the rings to anybody.”

”You kept them in your trunk until you took them out to raise money on them?”

”Yes--that's so,” admitted Lauriston.

”How much money had you--in the world--when you went to the p.a.w.nshop yesterday afternoon?” demanded Mr. Parminter, with a sudden keen glance.

Lauriston flushed scarlet.

”If you insist on knowing,” he said. ”I'd just nothing.”

There was another murmur in court--of pity from the sentimental ladies in the public seats, who, being well acquainted with the p.a.w.nshops themselves, and with the necessities which drove them there were experiencing much fellow-feeling for the poor young man in the witness-box. But Lauriston suddenly smiled--triumphantly.

”All the same,” he added, glancing at Mr. Parminter. ”I'd forty pounds, in my letters, less than an hour afterwards. Ayscough knows that!”

Mr. Parminter paid no attention to this remark. He had been whispering to the police inspector, and now he turned to the Coroner.

”I should like this witness to stand down for a few minutes, sir,” he said. ”I wish to have Miss Wildrose recalled.”

The Coroner gently motioned Zillah to go back to the witness-box.

CHAPTER TEN

MELKY INTERVENES

Zillah had listened to Lauriston's answers to Mr. Parminter's searching questions with an anxiety which was obvious to those who sat near her.

The signs of that anxiety were redoubled as she walked slowly to the box, and the glance she threw at the Coroner was almost appealing. But the Coroner was looking at his notes, and Zillah was obliged to turn to Mr. Parminter, whose accents became more mellifluous than ever as he addressed her; Mr. Parminter, indeed, confronting Zillah might have been taken for a kindly benevolent gentleman whose sole object was to administer condolence and comfort. Few people in court, however, failed to see the meaning of the questions which he began to put in the suavest and softest of tones.

”I believe you a.s.sisted your late grandfather in his business?”

suggested Mr. Parminter.