Perth Amboy evening news., 1922-11-17
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by MELVILLE DAWSON POST
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which he sat.
This" monsieur" he said, lis a
portion of my evidence which the
English criminal court refused to
believe. 1t was incredibly stupid"
Monsieur Jonquelle looked up
sharply at thai sentence.
THE English criminal court" he
you imagine. 1t was, as you have
said, incredibly stupid"
Lord Valleys made no comment.
There was only my word for the
statement" he said. II could not
prove it, and yet it was the truth"
The man was startled by Mon
sieur Jonquelle's reply.
zone knew that, although n
would have been troubled to de-
scribe the evidence. 1t is precisely
the truth" said Monsieur Jonquelle.
Lord Valleys looked steadily at
the Project for a moment before he
spoke.
II regret, monsieur" he said,
that you were not present in that
English court"
The man looked down again at
his wonderful hands, steel strong,
and as supple as silk; then he went
on:
ut happened, however, hat this
chance, which you question In
human affairs, came to my aid. One
of the Metropolitan police on duty
on this night in the neighborhood
of Covent Garden saw a hanson
drive away from Lord Winton's
door. The time, as nearly as could
be fixed, correspondent with the
hour which 1 had indicated in my
testimony. And for the first time in
the course of the criminal trial, the
case for the Crown was shaken.
Neither my solicitors nor the Crown
were able to discover anything
further. The driver of the hanson
could not be located, and the one
who called that night upon Lord
Winton remained a mystery"
Lord Valleys continued to speak
deliberately and without emotion.
II do not know who this person
with whom Lord Winton had a mid
night appointment, could ave been,
and 1 do not know what occurred at
that mysterious conference, except.
of course, the resultant tragedy.
which was afterward known to
everyone.
II took the candle which Lord
Winton gave me and went along the
hall to the stairway, which descend
ed into the basement of the house.
1 had in my hand the key to The
w~ine-cellar.
THE last I saw of Lord Winton
in his life was his tall, bowed back
he stopped to open the door, his
hand on the latch. He seemed a
sort of heavy shadow outlined
against the door in the dim light of
the gas-jet that burned feebly,
Lighting the hall behind him"
He made a vague gesture, lifting
one of his hands softly from the
arm of the chair.
Here, monsieur, chance OIL my
Intelligence failed me. If I had re-
back as | went down the
stairway at the end OF the hall l
have seen Lord Winton's as
sassin."
The Prefect of Police made no
and Lord Valleys contin-
After some little difficulty I final
ly found the door to the wine-cellar,
opened it and entered. 1t was very
old-one of those huge stone cells
which the early English built in
their houses in which to store the
wines of France.
1T seemed to me that this wine
cellar had not been entered in a long
I was mistaken in this i'm
preston. Fortunately for me, it
had, from time to time, been looked
by Lord Winton's m~anservant.
I have said fortunately because
this manservant. Staley, was able to
confirm my statement.
9TH whole of the low vault was
eluttered with straw, piled and
heaped with it, like a farmers rick.
1t was this aspect of the place that
me the impression that it had
not been entered for a long time.
And it was true it had not been
disturbed for a long time. The
walls and the floor OF this cellar
We're stone; the ceiling was of wood
crossed with beams dried out like
finder, and the bins, as 1 have said,
were heaped with the straw in
which innumerable wine-cases had
been packed.
Lord Winton had described the
wine which he wished so that I
could not mistake it. But he was
not certain in which bin it was to be
found, and l had to make a search
of very nearly the whole of the eel
lar. This did not disturb me, for
Lord Winton had fixed an hour as