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"Do you base your refusal on professional privilege, doctor?"
"No! Not at all. Mrs. Mallett's business was of an absolutely private nature. It had nothing whatever to do with the subject of this inquiry--I tell you that on my honour, on my oath. Nothing whatever!"
"You mean--directly?"
Meeking threw a good deal of significance into this question, which he put slowly, and with a peculiarly meaning glance at his witness. But Wellesley either did not see or affected not to see any significance, and his answer came promptly:
"I mean precisely what I say--as I always do."
Meeking leaned across the table, eyeing Wellesley still more closely.
"Do you think, knowing all that you do now, that it had anything to do with it indirectly? Indirectly!"
Self-controlled though he was, Wellesley could not repress a start of surprise at this question. It was obviously unexpected--and it seemed to those who, like Brent and Tansley, were watching him narrowly, that he was considerably taken aback by it. He hesitated.
"I want an answer to that," said Meeking, after a pause.
"Well," replied Wellesley at last, "I can't say. What I mean by that is that I am not in a position to say. I am not sufficiently acquainted with--let me call them facts to be able to say. What I do say is that Mrs. Mallett's business with me and with Wallingford that evening was of an essentially private nature and had nothing whatever to do with what happened in the Mayor's Parlour just about the time she was in my drawing-room."
"That is, as far as you are aware?"
"As far as I am aware--yes! But I am quite sure it hadn't."
"You can't give this court any information that would help to solve this problem?"
"I cannot!"
"Well, a question or two more. When Mrs. Mallett left you at your door in Piper's Pa.s.sage--I mean, when you let her out, just before a quarter to eight, what did you next do?"
"I went upstairs again to my drawing-room."
"May I ask why?"
"Yes. I thought of going to see Wallingford, in the Mayor's Parlour."
"Did you go?"
"No. I should have gone, but I suddenly remembered that I had an appointment with a patient in Meadow Gate at ten minutes to eight o'clock. So I went back to the surgery, exchanged my jacket for a coat and went out."
"On your oath, have you the slightest idea as to who killed John Wallingford?"
"I have not the least idea! I never have had."
Meeking nodded, as much as to imply that he had no further questions to ask; when his witness had stepped down, he turned to the Coroner.
"I should like to have Bunning, the caretaker, recalled, sir," he said.
"I want to ask him certain questions which have just occurred to me.
Bunning," he continued, when the ex-sergeant had been summoned to the witness-box, "I want you to give me some information about the relation of your rooms to the upper portion of the Moot Hall. You live in rooms on the ground floor, don't you? Yes? Very well, now, is there any entrance to your rooms other than that at the front of the building--the entrance from the market-place?"
"Yes, sir. There's an entrance from St. Lawrence Lane, at the back."
"Is there any way from your rooms to the upper floors of the Moot Hall?"
"Yes, sir. There's a back stair, from our back door."
"Could anybody reach the Mayor's Parlour by that stair?"
"They could, sir, certainly; but either me or my wife would see them."
"Just so, if you were in your rooms. But you told us in your first evidence that from about 7.20 or so until eight o'clock you were smoking your pipe at the market-place entrance to the Moot Hall, where, of course, you couldn't see your back door. That correct? Very well. Now, while you were at the front, was your wife in your rooms at the back?"
"Yes, sir."
"Do you know what she was doing?"
"I do, sir. She was getting our supper ready."
"Are you sure she never left the house--your rooms, you know?"
Bunning started. Obviously, a new idea had occurred.
"Ay!" said Meeking, with a smile. "Just so, Bunning. You're not sure?"
"Well, sir," replied Bunning slowly, "now that I come to think of it, I'm not! It never occurred to me before, but during that time my missis may have been out of the place for a few minutes or so, to fetch the supper beer, sir."
"To be sure! Now where does Mrs. Bunning get your supper beer?"
"At the _Chancellor_ Vaults, sir--round the corner."
Meeking turned quietly to the Coroner.
"I think we ought to have Mrs. Bunning's evidence," he remarked.
It took ten minutes to fetch Mrs. Bunning from her rooms in the lower regions of the old Moot Hall. She came at last, breathless, and in her working attire, and turned a wondering, good-natured face on the barrister.
"Just a little question or two, Mrs. Bunning," he said half-indifferently. "On the evening of the late Mayor's death, did you go out to the _Chancellor_ Vaults to fetch your supper beer?"
"I did, sir--just as usual."
"What time?"
"A bit earlier than usual, sir--half-past seven."
"How long were you away?"
"Why, sir, to tell you the truth, nigh on to half an hour. I met a neighbour at the corner and----"
"Exactly! And stopped chatting a bit. So you were out of your rooms in the Moot Hall that evening from 7.30 to nearly eight o'clock?"