Part 12 (2/2)
”Where were you last Wednesday night?” asked the coroner, rather abruptly.
Brown looked surprised, but answered readily, ”I was out with some friends of mine. We all went down to the city together that night and stayed out pretty late, and it seems a mighty good thing we did, too.”
”Why so?” asked the coroner.
”Well, sir,” said Brown, deliberately, glad of an opportunity to tell his story and evidently determined to make the most of it, ”as I said, we stayed out that night later than we meant to, and I didn't waste no time getting home after I left the depot. So, when I got to Fair Oaks, I thought I'd take the shortest cut, and so I come in by the south gate, off from the side street, and took the path around the lake to get to the stables.”
”What lake do you mean?” interrupted the coroner.
”The small lake back of the grove in the south part of the grounds.
Well, I was hurrying along through that grove, and all of a sudden I seen a man standing on the edge of the lake with his back towards me. He was very tall, and wore an ulster that came nearly to his feet, and he looked so queer that I stepped out of the path and behind some big trees to watch him. I hadn't no more than done so, when he stooped and picked up something, and come right up the path towards me. The moon was s.h.i.+ning, had been up about two hours, I should say, but his back was to the light and I couldn't see his face, nor I didn't want him to see me. After he'd got by I stepped out to watch him and see if he went towards the house, but he didn't; he took the path I had just left and walked very fast to the south gate and went out onto the side street.”
”In which direction did he then go?” asked the coroner.
”He went up onto the main avenue and turned towards the town.”
”Can you describe his appearance?”
”Only that he was tall and had very black hair; but his face was in the shadow, so I couldn't tell how he looked.”
”What did he pick up from the ground?”
”I couldn't see very plain, but it looked like a small, square box done up in paper.”
”You did not try to call any one?”
”No, sir. The man didn't go near the house, and I didn't think much about it until Uncle Mose told me yesterday morning that the night before he seen--”
”Never mind what he saw; we will let him tell his own story. Was that all you saw?”
”No, sir; it wasn't,” replied Brown, with a quick side glance towards Mrs. LaGrange, who occupied the same position as on the preceding day. ”I was going along towards the stables, thinking about that man, and all of a sudden I noticed there was a bright light in one of the rooms up-stairs. The curtains wasn't drawn, and I thought I'd see whose room it was, so I walked up towards the house carefully, and I saw Mr. Mainwaring's secretary. He looked awfully pale and haggard, and was walking up and down the room kind of excited like. Just then I happened to step on the gravelled walk and he heard me, for he started and looked kind of frightened and listened a moment, and then he stepped up quick and extinguished the light, and I was afraid he'd see me then from the window, so I hurried off. But I thought 'twas mighty queer-”
”Mr. Scott was dressed, was he?” interrupted the coroner.
”Yes, sir,” Brown answered, sullenly.
”Did you go directly to your room?”
”Yes, sir.”
”What time was this?”
”I heard the clock strike three just after I got in.”
”You saw or heard nothing more?”
”No, sir.”
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