The duke was reflecting. He was again tapping with his cane the gaiter covering his slender, shining boot.
“If Mr. Temple Temple Barholm had remained here his actions would have seemed less suspicious?” he suggested.
It was Palliser who replied.
“Or if he hadn't whisked the other man away. He lost his head and played the fool.”
“He didn't lose his head, that chap. It's screwed on th' right way—his head is,” grunted Hutchinson.
“The curious fellow has a number of friends,” the duke remarked to Palford and Grimby, in his impartial tone. “I am hoping you are not thinking of cross-examining me. I have always been convinced that under cross-examination I could be induced to innocently give evidence condemnatory to both sides of any case whatever. But would you mind telling me what the exact evidence is so far?”
Mr. Palford had been opening a budget of papers.
“It is evidence which is cumulative, your Grace,” he said. “Mr. Temple Temple Barholm's position would have been a far less suspicious one—as you yourself suggested—if he had remained, or if he hadn't secretly removed Mr.—Mr. Strangeways.”
“The last was Captain Palliser's suggestion, I believe,” smiled the duke. “Did he remove him secretly? How secretly, for instance?”
“At night,” answered Palliser. “Miss Temple Barholm herself did not know when it happened. Did you?” turning to Miss Alicia, who at once flushed and paled.