Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1924-08-08

stead OF going home, az he generally
does, Britten he went UP the castle
way and meets his sweetheart, that
lass of Riley's as is Miss Phillips
maid. and l see him give her a let
ter-leastways, what looked like one.
They talked for a bit, just there by
| that little gate as opens into the
castle grounds. and she went in, and
Jim went away homeward."
| What 10 the relevancy of this
| particular piece OF evidence?" asked
the chairman.
| That. your worship. Il shall pro-
| coed 10 show In due course" an
swered Nr. Parke. You can stand
down, Moore. Your worships. now
| -"
| At this Juncture some commption
! was caused at the rear OF the court
| by the entrance of two men. one Of
whom was Immediately recognized
by some Of the magistrates and
| furctionaries as Mr.. Miller Stanford.
leading criminal bafrister Of that
circuit: the other as local solicitor.
| Stanford forced his way to the table.
Your worships." he said. Il crave
pardon for what may seem an inter
| ruption. but have only just been
Instructed on behalf OF the prisoner.
understand that the hearing has
scarcely begun, but that your wor-
ships have decided to hear the evil
dence which the prosecution will
Offer"
Rowland Parke, waiting with obvi-
Gus impat ience until the chairman
had answered Stanfords question in
the Affirmative. turned to the usher.
Call Mr.. Mark Quinton."
II was already well known to those
who packed the court to it's last inch
Of standing room that Quinton had
actually apprehended Sir Clinton
Mannersley in the murdered mans
room, and there was a buzz of
expectation as he made his way into
the witness-box.
There was no one present to whom
he was not known, nor was there
any one there who did not marvel
at his appearance. The usually
vigorous, forceful, self assertive man,
picture OF health at all times,
looked as IL he had gone through
some terrible shock. His face was
white and drawn, there were heavy
circles about his eyes; the eyes
looked as II they could not shut out
some appalling sight And though
men knew the manager had seen,
only q few hours before, one of the
Tost awful scenes on which human
eyes can look. they wondered, know
Ing him for man OF iron nerve,
that 1t should have had such a grave
effect upon him.
You are Mark Valentine Quinton.
ana for about two years have been
manager OF Mannersley Main
Colliery?" began Parke.
Yes"
You were on intimate terms-I
mean OF a friendly and social nature
with the late Sir Robert"
II was
And visited a great deal at the
CASTLE"
"A great deal"
In fact. I may take It that you
had the run of the house,"
Yes
you paid a visit there last night.
IeH tho court what took place as re-
CARDS that"
Il had occasion to see Sir Robert
last night. / went up to the castle
about twenty minutes past nine,
Dauneey, the butler, who admitted
me, told me that Sir Robert was in
his study. | was going there. but
on my way met Miss Mannersley,
who invited me to look at some
water color drawings which her
father had recently purchased in
London and had arrived yesterday.
l went with her to the drawing
room to see them. and was there
perhaps twenty minutes. perhaps a
little longer. Then l went to Sir
Roberts study"
Now. here IL a rough sketch or
plan OF the study" said Parke.
Look at it. There are three en-
frances marked there. Please ex-
pain them to their worships."
banning Evidence
Quinton pointed with his fore
finger to the large sheet Of paper
which an attendant held up.
The study" he said lis built at
an angle OF the house. 1t has a
Jorge bow window facing the lawn.
The door on the left hand-that Is.
regarding the interior of the room
from the window-opens into the
library. That at the rear opens up
on the corridor. which runs the
whole length of the ground floor.
The door on the right hand opens
into the garden-the grounds. A
large screen stands before it. The
desk which Sir Robert used stands
between this screen and the door at
the left"
From which door did you enter
last night"
Il entered from the corridor"
what did YOU seer"
Quintons eyes contracted, and he
frowned slightly.
immediately on entering the
room saw Sir Robert, lying across
his desk motionless, / saw blood on
the papers on the desk. BY the
soreen was a young man, WHO was
retreatipg backward from the room.
l had never seen him before. / seized
him instantly. and as / did so
noticed that there was blood on his
right hand and on the white cuff of
his shirt"
You did not know him."
Il certainly did not know him."
"You called for help"
Yes. and Dauncey almost i'm
mediateiy came. with a footman, and
MIR. Marshall Stead, who had just
entered the house. Dauncey, at
sight of the young man, exclaimed
Mr.. Clinton Then I knew who It
was had seized"
THE prisoner in the dock is the
man you laid hands on?"
"Oh. yes!"
Rowland Parke sat down. and
Stanford rose. 1t was a sort of
household proverb in that part of
the country that Stanford had got
more men off than any barrister
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