"
"He couldn't," said Doyle, "for Sabina Gallagher told him it was you."
"He wouldn't believe Sabina," said Meldon, "and he has every reason to
suspect Miss King of wanting to score off him. I think I may tell you,
Doyle, without any breach of confidence, that Miss King has a stone up
her sleeve to throw at that judge. He tried to do her a bad turn some
weeks ago, and she's just the woman to resent it."
"But the young lady was never in the inside of my house, and never set
eyes on Sabina. How could it be that she--"
"I know what you're going to say," said Meldon. "She couldn't have had
anything to do with the Condy's Fluid or the paraffin oil. That's
true, of course. But my point is that the judge, puzzled by an
extraordinary combination of circumstances, all tending to make him
uncomfortable, would naturally think Miss King was at the bottom of
them. The one thing I don't quite understand is how he came to know
she was in Ballymoy. I'll find that out later on. In the meanwhile I
think I'd better go into Ballymoy after all. It's a nuisance, for I
was extremely comfortable on the yacht, but I can't leave things in the
muddle they're in now, and there's nobody else about the place I could
trust to clear them up.
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