“Weiss is in a furious rage that his name had been mentioned, and when I saw him last night, he made all sorts of threats.”
“Never mind Weiss. He doesn’t count. Do you think your friend of the Amanti Company would bring Gaunt into the case? I understand that counsel is of opinion that he could be got at on a charge of conspiracy?”
“That is true, Baron, but that would necessitate Weiss also being charged.”
“I said that Weiss didn’t count, and if necessary he’ll have to suffer with the others,” De Croiseuil said impatiently.
“Wouldn’t it be better to wait till the adjourned hearing of Gaunt’s case? If you can only manage to get some strong evidence from Brussels, the magistrate would refuse to grant bail.”
“That is impossible, for there’s no evidence to be got.”
“It wouldn’t be the first time that evidence had been manufactured,” Sherren suggested.
“True, but I don’t like your English courts of justice. Now, if the trial were only taking place in the Congo——”
He shrugged his shoulders expressively, and lapsed into silence.
“I think we had better wait developments,” he said at last. “You can go, Sherren, for you will have plenty of work to do. See that the case is reported as fully as possible from our point of view,” he added significantly.