He proposed to call witnesses to show how the prisoner, a profligate and spendthrift, had been at the end of his financial tether, and had also been carrying on an intrigue with a certain Mrs.Raikes, a neighbouring farmer's wife.This having come to his stepmother's ears, she taxed him with it on the afternoon before her death, and a quarrel ensued, part of which was overheard.On the previous day, the prisoner had purchased strychnine at the village chemist's shop, wearing a disguise by means of which he hoped to throw the onus of the crime upon another man--to wit, Mrs.Inglethorp's husband, of whom he had been bitterly jealous.Luckily for Mr.Inglethorp, he had been able to produce an unimpeachable alibi.
On the afternoon of July 17th, continued Counsel, immediately after the quarrel with her son, Mrs.Inglethorp made a new will.This will was found destroyed in the grate of her bedroom the following morning, but evidence had come to light which showed that it had been drawn up infavour of her husband.Deceased had already made a will in his favour before her marriage, but--and Mr.Philips wagged an expressive forefinger--the prisoner was not aware of that.What had induced the deceased to make a fresh will, with the old one still extant, he could not say.She was an old lady, and might possibly have forgotten the former one; or--this seemed to him more likely--she may have had an idea that it was revoked by her marriage, as there had been some conversation on the subject.Ladies were not always very well versed in legal knowledge.She had, about a year before, executed a will in favour of the prisoner.He would call evidence to show that it was the prisoner who ultimately handed his stepmother her coffee on the fatal night.Later in the evening, he had sought admission to her room, on which occasion, no doubt, he found an opportunity of destroying the will which, as far as he knew, would render the one in his favour valid.
The prisoner had been arrested in consequence of the discovery, in his room, by Detective Inspector Japp--a most brilliant officer--of the identical phial of strychnine which had been sold at the village chemist's to the supposed Mr.Inglethorp on the day before the murder.It would be for the jury to decide whether or not these damning facts constituted an overwhelming proof of the prisoner's guilt.
And, subtly implying that a jury which did not so decide, was quite unthinkable, Mr.Philips sat down and wiped his forehead.
The first witnesses for the prosecution were mostly those who had been called at the inquest, the medical evidence being again taken first.
Sir Ernest Heavywether, who was famous all over England for the unscrupulous manner in which he bullied witnesses, only asked two questions.
"I take it, Dr.Bauerstein, that strychnine, as a drug, acts quickly?" "Yes.""And that you are unable to account for the delay in this case?" "Yes.""Thank you."
Mr.Mace identified the phial handed him by Counsel as that sold byhim to "Mr.Inglethorp." Pressed, he admitted that he only knew Mr.Inglethorp by sight.He had never spoken to him.The witness was not cross-examined.
Alfred Inglethorp was called, and denied having purchased the poison.He also denied having quarrelled with his wife.Various witnesses testified to the accuracy of these statements.
The gardeners' evidence, as to the witnessing of the will was taken, and then Dorcas was called.
Dorcas, faithful to her "young gentlemen," denied strenuously that it could have been John's voice she heard, and resolutely declared, in the teeth of everything, that it was Mr.Inglethorp who had been in the boudoir with her mistress.A rather wistful smile passed across the face of the prisoner in the dock.He knew only too well how useless her gallant defiance was, since it was not the object of the defence to deny this point.Mrs.Cavendish, of course, could not be called upon to give evidence against her husband.
After various questions on other matters, Mr.Philips asked:
"In the month of June last, do you remember a parcel arriving for Mr.Lawrence Cavendish from Parkson's?"Dorcas shook her head.
"I don't remember, sir.It may have done, but Mr.Lawrence was away from home part of June.""In the event of a parcel arriving for him whilst he was away, what would be done with it?""It would either be put in his room or sent on after him." "By you?""No, sir, I should leave it on the hall table.It would be Miss Howard who would attend to anything like that."Evelyn Howard was called and, after being examined on other points, was questioned as to the parcel.
"Don't remember.Lots of parcels come.Can't remember one special one.""You do not know if it was sent after Mr.Lawrence Cavendish toWales, or whether it was put in his room?""Don't think it was sent after him.Should have remembered it if it was.""Supposing a parcel arrived addressed to Mr.Lawrence Cavendish, and afterwards it disappeared, should you remark its absence?""No, don't think so.I should think some one had taken charge of it." "I believe, Miss Howard, that it was you who found this sheet ofbrown paper?" He held up the same dusty piece which Poirot and I had examined in the morning-room at Styles.
"Yes, I did."
"How did you come to look for it?"
"The Belgian detective who was employed on the case asked me to search for it.""Where did you eventually discover it?" "On the top of--of--a wardrobe.""On top of the prisoner's wardrobe?" "I--I believe so.""Did you not find it yourself?" "Yes."
