I'm--"
"I wish you'd always take up that attitude," said Meldon. "Your
arguments waste a lot of time."
"I'm just going to ask you one question. Supposing Miss King is Mrs.
Lorimer--"
"She is. There's no supposition about it."
"And supposing the judge tried her as you say--"
"That's in all the papers. There's no use attempting to deny that,
whatever else you deny."
"And supposing she's his niece--"
"Callaghan says the cook told him she was," said Meldon, "and it
appears that she kissed him when they met, which she'd hardly have done
if they weren't relations."
"Then," said the Major triumphantly, "how can you account for his going
to stay with her as if she hadn't done anything wrong?"
"I don't quite catch your point, Major."
"Is it likely that, knowing his niece to be a murderess, or at all
events believing her to be a murderess, a judge--a judge, mind you, J.
J.--would go and stay in the house with her, and kiss her?"
"It was she who kissed him," said Meldon, "but that's a minor point. I
see your difficulty now, Major, and I quite admit there's something in
it, or appears to be something in it to a man like you who doesn't
understand the legal point of view.
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