Lord Fawn was informed that
his testimony would probably be required at another trial,--which
intimation affected him so grievously that his friends for a week
or two thought that he would altogether sink under his miseries.
But he would say nothing which would seem to criminate Mealyus. A
man hurrying along with a grey coat was all that he could swear to
now,--professing himself to be altogether ignorant whether the man,
as seen by him, had been tall or short. And then the manufacture of
the key,--though it was that which made every one feel sure that
Mealyus was the murderer,--did not, in truth, afford the slightest
evidence against him. Even had it been proved that he had certainly
used the false key and left Mrs. Meager's house on the night in
question, that would not have sufficed at all to prove that therefore
he had committed a murder in Berkeley Street. No doubt Mr. Bonteen
had been his enemy,--and Mr. Bonteen had been murdered by an enemy.
But so great had been the man's luck that no real evidence seemed to
touch him.
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