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only man who could conceivably have fought Samoval in such a place
was Sir Terence himself. But then it was utterly inconceivable that
in that case Sir Terence, who was the very soul of honour, should
not only keep silent and allow another man to suffer, but actually
sit there in judgment upon that other; and, besides, there was no
quarrel, nor ever had been, between Sir Terence and Samoval.
"There is," Major Swan was saying, "just one other matter upon
which I should like to question Lady O'Moy." And thereupon he
proceeded to do so: "Your ladyship will remember that on the day
before the event in which Count Samoval met his death he was one
of a small luncheon party at your house here in Monsanto."
"Yes," she replied, wondering fearfully what might be coming now.
"Would your ladyship be good enough to tell the court who were the
other members of that party?"
"It - it was hardly a party, sir," she answered, with her
unconquerable insistence upon trifles. "We were just Sir Terence
and myself, Miss Armytage, Count Samoval, Colonel Grant, Major
Carruthers and Captain Tremayne."
"Can your ladyship recall any words that passed between the
deceased and Captain Tremayne on that occasion - words of
disagreement, I mean?"
She knew that there had been something, but in her benumbed state
of mind she was incapable of remembering what it was.
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