The Blotting Book Page 11

  Again the judge took his seat, still carrying the little parcel wrapped up in tissue paper.

  There was no need for the usher to call silence, for the silence was granted without being asked for.

  The counsel for the defence called the first witness; he also unwrapped a flat parcel which he had brought into court with him, and handed it to the witness.

  "That was supplied by your firm?"

  "Yes sir."

  "Who ordered it?"

  "Mr. Assheton."

  "Mr. Morris Assheton, that is. Did he order it from you, you yourself?"

  "Yes, sir."

  "Did he give any specific instructions about it?"

  "Yes, sir."

  "What were they?"

  "That the blotting book which Mrs. Assheton had already ordered was to be countermanded, and that this was to be sent in its stead on June 24th."

  "You mean not after June 24th?"

  "No, sir; the instructions were that it was not to be sent before June 24th."

  "Why was that?"

  "I could not say, sir. Those were the instructions."

  "And it was sent on June 24th."

  "Yes, sir. It was entered in our book."

  The book in question was produced and handed to the jury and the judge.

  "That is all, Mrs. Assheton."

  She stepped into the box, and smiled at Morris. There was no murmur of sympathy, no rustling; the whole thing was too tense.

  "You returned home on June 24th last, from a visit to town?"

  "Yes."

  "At what time?"

  "I could not say to the minute. But about eleven in the morning."

  "You found letters waiting for you?"

  "Yes."

  "Anything else?"

  "A parcel."

  "What did it contain?"

  "A blotting-book. It was a present from my son on my birthday."

  "Is this the blotting-book?"

  "Yes."

  "What did you do with it?"

  "I opened it and placed it on my writing table in the drawing-room."

  "Thank you; that is all."

  There was no cross-examination of this witness, and after the pause, the counsel for the defence spoke again.

  "Superintendent Figgis."

  "You searched the house of Mrs. Assheton in Sussex Square?"

  "Yes, sir."

  "What did you take from it?"

  "A leaf from a blotting-book, sir."

  "Was it that leaf which has been already produced in court, bearing the impress of a letter dated June 21st?"

  "Yes, sir."

  "Where was the blotting-book?"

  "On the writing-table in the drawing-room, sir."

  "You did not examine the blotting-book in any way?"

  "No, sir."

  Counsel opened the book and fitted the torn out leaf into its place.

  "We have here the impress of a letter dated June 21st, written in a new blotting-book that did not arrive at Mrs. Assheton's house from the shop till June 24th. It threatens—threatens a man who was murdered, supposedly by the prisoner, on June 23d. Yet this threatening letter was not written till June 24th, after he had killed him."

  Quiet and unemotional as had been the address for the Crown, these few remarks were even quieter. Then the examination continued.

  "You searched also the flat occupied by the deceased, and you found there this envelope, supposedly in the handwriting of the prisoner, which has been produced by the prosecution?"

  "Yes, sir."

  "This is it?"

  "Yes, sir."

  "Thank you. That is all."

  Again there was no cross-examination, and the superintendent left the witness box.

  Then the counsel for the defence took up two blank envelopes in addition to the one already produced and supposedly addressed in the handwriting of the prisoner.

  "This blue envelope," he said, "is from the stationery in Mrs. Assheton's house. This other envelope, white, is from the flat of the deceased. It corresponds in every way with the envelope which was supposed to be addressed in the prisoner's hand, found at the flat in question. The inference is that the prisoner blotted the letter dated June 21st on a blotting pad which did not arrive in Mrs. Assheton's house till June 24th, went to the deceased's flat and put it an envelope there."

  These were handed to the jury for examination.

  "Ernest Smedley," said counsel.

  Mills's servant stepped into the box, and was sworn.

  "Between, let us say June 21st and June 24th, did the prisoner call at Mr. Mills's flat?"

  "Yes, sir, twice."

  "When?"

  "Once on the evening of June 23d, and once very early next morning."

  "Did he go in?"

  "Yes, sir, he came in on both occasions."

  "What for?"

  "To satisfy himself that Mr. Mills had not come back."

  "Did he write anything?"

  "No, sir."

  "How do you know that?"

  "I went with him from room to room, and should have seen if he had done so."

  "Did anybody else enter the flat during those days?"

  "Yes, sir."

  "Who?"

  "Mr. Taynton."

  The whole court seemed to give a great sigh; then it was quiet again. The judge put down the pen with which he had been taking notes, and like the rest of the persons present he only listened.

  "When did Mr. Taynton come into the flat?"

  "About mid-day or a little later on Friday."

  "June 24th?"

  "Yes, sir."

  "Please tell the jury what he did?"

  The counsel for the prosecution stood up.

  "I object to that question," he said.

  The judge nodded at him; then looked at the witness again. The examination went on.

  "You need not answer that question. I put it to save time, merely. Did Mr. Taynton go into the deceased's sitting-room?"

  "Yes, sir."

  "Did he write anything there?"

  "Yes, sir."

  "Was he alone there?"

  "Yes, sir."

  "Thank you."

  Again the examining counsel paused, and again no question was asked by the prosecution.

  "Charles Martin," said the counsel for defence.

  "You are a servant of the prisoner's?"

  "Yes, sir."

  "You were in his service during this week of June, of which Friday was June 24th?"

  "Yes, sir."

  "Describe the events—No. Did the prisoner go up to town, or elsewhere on that day, driving his motorcar, but leaving you in Brighton?"

  "Yes, sir."

  "Mrs. Assheton came back that morning?"

  "Yes, sir."

  "Did anyone call that morning? If so, who?"

  "Mr. Taynton called."

  "Did he go to the drawing-room?"

  "Yes, sir."

  "Did he write anything there?"

  "Yes, sir; he wrote a note to Mrs. Assheton, which he gave me when he went out."

  "You were not in the drawing-room, when he wrote it?"

  "No, sir."

  "Did he say anything to you when he left the house?"

  "Yes, sir,"

  "What did he say?"

  The question was not challenged now.

  "He told me to say that he had left the note at the door."

  "But he had not done so?"

  "No, sir; he wrote it in the drawing-room."

  "Thank you. That is all."

  But this witness was not allowed to pass as the others had done. The counsel for the prosecution got up.

  "You told Mrs. Assheton that it had been left at the door?"

  "Yes, sir."

  "You knew that was untrue?"

  "Yes, sir."

  "For what reason did you say it, then?"

  Martin hesitated; he looked down, then he looked up again, and was still silent.

  "Answer the question."
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br />   His eyes met those of the prisoner. Morris smiled at him, and nodded.

  "Mr. Taynton told me to say that," he said, "I had once been in Mr. Taynton's service. He dismissed me. I—"

  The judge interposed looking at the cross-examining counsel.

  "Do you press your question?" he asked. "I do not forbid you to ask it, but I ask you whether the case for the prosecution of the—the prisoner is furthered by your insisting on this question. We have all heard, the jury and I alike, what the last three or four witnesses have said, and you have allowed that—quite properly, in my opinion—to go unchallenged. I do not myself see that there is anything to be gained by the prosecution by pressing the question. I ask you to consider this point. If you think conscientiously, that the evidence, the trend of which we all know now, is to be shaken, you are right to do your best to try to shake it. If not, I wish you to consider whether you should press the question. What the result of your pressing it will be, I have no idea, but it is certainly clear to us all now, that there was a threat implied in Mr. Taynton's words. Personally I do not wish to know what that threat was, nor do I see how the knowledge of it would affect your case in my eyes, or in the eyes of the jury."

  There was a moment's pause.

  "No, my lord, I do not press it."

  Then a clear young voice broke the silence.

  "Thanks, Martin," it said.

  It came from the dock.

  The judge looked across to the dock for a moment, with a sudden irresistible impulse of kindliness for the prisoner whom he was judging.

  "Charles Martin," he said, "you have given your evidence, and speaking for myself, I believe it to be entirely trustworthy. I wish to say that your character is perfectly clear. No aspersion whatever has been made on it, except that you said a note had been delivered at the door, though you knew it to have been not so delivered. You made that statement through fear of a certain individual; you were frightened into telling a lie. No one inquires into the sources of your fear."

  But in the general stillness, there was one part of the court that was not still, but the judge made no command of silence there, for in the jury-box there was whispering and consultation. It went on for some three minutes. Then the foreman of the jury stood up.

  "The jury have heard sufficient of this case, my lord," he said, "and they are agreed on their verdict."

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  For a moment the buzzing whispers went about the court again, shrilling high, but instantaneously they died down, and the same tense silence prevailed. But from the back of the court there was a stir, and the judge seeing what it was that caused it waited, while Mrs. Assheton moved from her place, and made her way to the front of the dock in which Morris sat. She had been in the witness-box that day, and everyone knew her, and all made way for her, moving as the blades of corn move when the wind stirs them, for her right was recognised and unquestioned. But the dock was high above her, and a barrister who sat below instantly vacated his seat, she got up and stood on it. All eyes were fixed on her, and none saw that at this moment a telegram was handed to the judge which he opened and read.

  Then he turned to the foreman of the jury.

  "What verdict, do you find?" he asked.

  "Not guilty."

  Mrs. Assheton had already grasped Morris's hands in hers, and just as the words were spoken she kissed him.

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  Then a shout arose which bade fair to lift the roof off, and neither judge nor ushers of the court made any attempt to quiet it, and if it was only for the sensation of seeing the gallows march nearer the prisoner that these folk had come together, yet there was no mistaking the genuineness of their congratulations now. Morris's whole behaviour too, had been so gallant and brave; innocent though he knew himself to be, yet it required a very high courage to listen to the damning accumulation of evidence against him, and if there is one thing that the ordinary man appreciates more than sensation, it is pluck. Then, but not for a long time, the uproar subsided, and the silence descended again. Then the judge spoke.

  "Mr. Assheton," he said, "for I no longer can call you prisoner, the jury have of course found you not guilty of the terrible crime of which you were accused, and I need not say that I entirely agree with their verdict. Throughout the trial you have had my sympathy and my admiration for your gallant bearing." Then at a sign from the judge his mother and he were let out by the private door below the bench.

  After they had gone silence was restored. Everyone knew that there must be more to come. The prisoner was found not guilty; the murder was still unavenged.

  Then once more the judge spoke.

  "I wish to make public recognition," he said, "of the fairness and ability with which the case was conducted on both sides. The prosecution, as it was their duty to do, forged the chain of evidence against Mr. Assheton as strongly as they were able, and pieced together incriminating circumstances against him with a skill that at first seemed conclusive of his guilt. The first thing that occurred to make a weak link in their chain was the acknowledgment of a certain witness that the stick with which the murder was supposed to have been committed was not left on the spot by the accused, but by himself. Why he admitted that we can only conjecture, but my conjecture is that it was an act of repentance and contrition on his part. When it came to that point he could not let the evidence which he had himself supplied tell against him on whom it was clearly his object to father the crime. You will remember also that certain circumstances pointed to robbery being the motive of the crime. That I think was the first idea, so to speak of the real criminal. Then, we must suppose, he saw himself safer, if he forged against another certain evidence which we have heard."

  The judge paused for a moment, and then went on with evident emotion.

  "This case will never be reopened again," he said, "for a reason that I will subsequently tell the court; we have seen the last of this tragedy, and retribution and punishment are in the hands of a higher and supreme tribunal. This witness, Mr. Edward Taynton—has been for years a friend of mine, and the sympathy which I felt for him at the opening of the case, when a young man, to whom I still believe him to have been attached, was on his trial, is changed to a deeper pity. During the afternoon you have heard certain evidence, from which you no doubt as well as I infer that the fact of this murder having been committed was known to the man who wrote a letter and blotted it on the sheet which has been before the court. That man also, as it was clear to us an hour ago, directed a certain envelope which you have also seen. I may add that Mr. Taynton had, as I knew, an extraordinary knack of imitating handwritings; I have seen him write a signature that I could have sworn was mine. But he has used that gift for tragic purposes.

  "I have just received a telegram. He left this court before the luncheon interval, and went to his house in Brighton. Arrived there, as I have just learned, he poisoned himself. And may God have mercy on his soul."

  Again he paused.

  "The case therefore is closed," he said, "and the court will rise for the day. You will please go out in silence."

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