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（单词翻译:单击）

III

In his pleasant softly tinted room, Mr Justice Wargrave removed his gar-

ments and prepared himself for bed.

He was thinking about Edward Seton.

He remembered Seton very well. His fair hair, his blue eyes, his habit of

looking you straight in the face with a pleasant air of straightforwardness.

That was what had made so good an impression on the jury.

Llewellyn, for the Crown, had bungled it a bit. He had been over-vehe-

ment, had tried to prove too much.

Matthews, on the other hand, for the Defence, had been good. His points

had told. His cross-examinations had been deadly. His handling of his cli-

ent in the witness-box had been masterly.

And Seton had come through the ordeal of cross-examination well. He

had not got excited or over-vehement. The jury had been impressed. It

had seemed to Matthews, perhaps, as though everything had been over

bar the shouting.

The judge wound up his watch carefully and placed it by the bed.

He remembered exactly how he had felt sitting there—listening, making

notes, appreciating everything, tabulating every scrap of evidence that

told against the prisoner.

He’d enjoyed that case! Matthews’ final speech had been first- class.

Llewellyn, coming after it, had failed to remove the good impression that

the defending counsel had made.

And then had come his own summing up…

Carefully, Mr Justice Wargrave removed his false teeth and dropped

them into a glass of water. The shrunken lips fell in. It was a cruel mouth

now, cruel and predatory.

Hooding his eyes, the judge smiled to himself.

He’d cooked Seton’s goose all right!

With a slightly rheumatic grunt, he climbed into bed and turned out the

electric light.

Downstairs in the dining-room, Rogers stood puzzled.

He was staring at the china figures in the centre of the table.

He muttered to himself:

‘That’s a rum go! I could have sworn there were ten of them.’

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