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| 6) One nail drives out another | f) |
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| 3) to eat ones words (.) | c) |
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| 5) between Scylla and Charybdis (.) | e) |
| 6) the bed of Procrustes (.) | f) |
| 7) Achilles heel (.) | g) |
| 8) to fill up the measure of smth. (.) | h) |
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| 2) Silent Highway | b) |
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| 4) Iron Lady | d) |
| 5) Union Jack | e) |
| 6) Big Ban | f) |
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"You cannot be asked to give evidence against your husband."
"He is not my husband!"
The words came out so quickly that he fancied he had misunderstood her. "I beg your pardon? I " "He is not my husband."
The silence wasso intense that you could have heard a pin drop.
"I was an actress in Vienna, my husband is alive but in a madhouse. So we could not marry. I am glad now." "I should like you to tell me one thing," said Mr. Mayherne. "Why are you so bitter against Leonard Vole?"
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She shook her head, smilinga little.
"Yes, you would like to know. But I shall not tell you. I will keep my secret. "
"There seems no point in prolonging this interview," he remarked. "You will hear from me again after I have communicated with my client."
She came closer to him, looking into his eyes with her own wonderful dark ones.
"Tell me," she said, "did you believe honestly that he was innocent when you came here today?" "I did," said Mr. Mayherne. "You poor little man." She laughed.
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"And I believe so still," finished the lawyer. "Good evening, madam." He went out of the room, taking with him the memory of her startled face. Extraordinary, the whole thing. An extraordinary woman. A very dangerous woman.
The police court proceedings were brief and dramatic. The principal witnesses for the prosecution were Janet Mackenzie, maid to the dead woman, and Romaine Heilger, Austrian subject, the mistress of the prisoner. The prisoner reserved his defense and was committed for trial.
Mr. Mayherne was at his wits' end. The case against Leonard Vole was black beyond words.
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It was the eve of the trial when Mr. Mayherne received the letter which was to lead his thoughts in an entirely new direction. It came by the six o'clock post. An illiterate scrawl, written on common paper and enclosed in a dirty envelope with the stamp stuck on crooked. Mr. Mayherne read it through once or twice before he grasped its meaning.
The solicitor read and reread this strange epistle. It might, of course, be a hoax, but when he thought it over, he became increasingly convinced that it was genuine, and also convinced that it was the one hope for the prisoner. The evidence of Romaine Heilger damned him completely, and the line the defense meant to pursue, the line that the evidence of a woman who had admittedly lived an immoral life was not to be trusted, was at best a weak one.
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Mr. Mayherne's mind was made up. It was his duty to save his client at all costs. He must go to Shaw's Rents. He had some difficulty in finding the place, a ramshackle building in an evil-smelling slum, but at last he did so, and on inquiry for Mrs. Mogson was sent up to a room on the third floor. On this door he knocked, and getting no answer, knocked again.
At this second knock, he heard a shuffling sound inside, the door was opened cautiously half an inch and a bent figure peered out.
Suddenly the woman, for it was a woman, gave a chuckle and opened the door wider. "So it's you, dearie," she said, in a wheezy voice. "Nobody with you, is there? No playing tricks? That's right. You can come in - you can come in."
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With some reluctance the lawyer stepped across the threshold into the small, dirty room, with its flickering gas jet. There was an untidy unmade bed in a corner, a plain deal table, and two rickety chairs. For the first time Mr. Mayherne had a full view of the tenant of this unsavory apartment. She was a woman of middle age, bent a figure, with a mass of untidy grey hair and scarf wound tightly round her face. She saw him looking at this and laughed again, the same curious, toneless chuckle. "Wondering why I hide my beauty, dear? He, he, he. Afraid it may tempt you, eh? But you shall see - you shall see."
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She drew aside the scarf, and the lawyer recoiled involuntarily before the almost formless blur of scarlet. She replact the scarf again.
"So you're not wanting to kiss me, dearie? He, he, I don't wonder. And yet I was a pretty girl once. Vitriol, dearie, vitriol - that's what did that.
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She burst into a hideous torrent of profanity which Mr. Mayherne tried vainly to quell. She fell silent at last, her hands clenching and unclenching themselves nervously. "Enough of that," said the lawyer sternly. "I've come here because I have reason to believe you can give me information which will clear my client, Leonard Vole. Is that the case?"
Her eyes leered at him cunningly.
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"What about the money, dearie?" she wheezed. "Two hundred quid, you remember." "It is your duty to give evidence, and you can be called upon to do so."
That won't do, dearie. I'm an old woman, and I know nothing. But you give me two hundred quid, and perhaps I can give you a hint or two. See?"
"What kind of hint?"
"What should you say to a letter? A letter from her.
Never mind how I got hold of it. That's my business. But I want my two hundred quid." Mr. Mayherne looked at her coldly, and made up his mind.
"I'll give you ten pounds, nothing more. And only that if this letter is what you say it is." "Ten pounds?" She screamed and raved at him.
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"I'll give you ten pounds, nothing more. And only that if this letter is what you say it is." "Ten pounds?" She screamed and raved at him.
"Twenty," said Mr. Mayherne, "and that's my last word."
He rose as if to go. Then, watching her closely, he drew out a pocketbook, and counted out twenty one pound notes.
"You see," he said. "That is all I have with me. You can take it or leave it." But already he knew that the sight of the money was too much for her. She gave in. Going over to the bed, she drew something out from beneath the mattress.
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"Here you are, damn you!" she snarled. "It's the top one you want."
It was a bundle of letters that she threw to him, and Mr. Mayherne untied them and scanned them in his usual cool, methodical manner. He read each letter through, then returned again to the top one and read it a second time. Then he tied the whole bundle up again carefully. They were love letters, written by Romaine Heilger, and the man they were written to was not Leonard Vole. The top letter was dated the day of the latter's arrest.
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"How did you get hold of this correspondence?"
"That's telling," she said with a leer.
"But I know something more. I heard in court what that hussy said. Find out where she was at twenty past ten, the time she says she was at home. Ask at the Lion Road Cinema. They'll remember - a fine upstanding girl like that - curse her!" "Who is the man?" asked Mr. Mayherne. "There's only a Christian name here."
The other's voice grew thick and hoarse, her hands clenched and unclenched. Finally she lifted one to her face.
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"He's the man that did this to me. Many years ago now. She took him away from me. And when I went after him he threw the cursed stuff at me! And she laughed - damn her! I've had it in for her for years. Followed her, I have, spied upon her. And now I've got her! She'll suffer for this, won't she, Mr. Lawyer? She'll suffer?" "She will probably be sentenced to a term of imprisonment for perjury," said Mr. Mayherne quietly. "Shut away - that's what I want. You're going, are you? Where's my money? Where's that good money?" Without a word, Mr. Mayherne put down the notes on the table. Then, drawing a deep breath, he turned and left the squalid room.
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