“If James Terry, the bookmaker, loud, florid, vulgar, was an unprepossessing individual, certainly George Higgins, who was still under the accusation of murder, was ten thousand times more so.
“None too clean, slouchy, obsequious yet insolent, he was the very personification of the cad who haunts the racecourse and who lives not so much by his own wits as by the lack of them in others. He described himself as a turf commission agent, whatever that may be.
“He stated that at about six o’clock on the Friday afternoon, when the racecourse was still full of people, all hurrying after the day’s excitements, he himself happened to be standing close to the hedge which marks the boundary of Lord Arthur Skelmerton’s grounds. There is a pavilion there at the end of the garden, he explained, on slightly elevated ground, and he could hear and see a group of ladies and gentlemen having tea. Some steps lead down a little to the left of the garden on to the course, and presently he noticed at the bottom of these steps Lord Arthur Skelmerton and Charles Lavender standing talking together. He knew both gentlemen by sight, but he could not see them very well as they were both partly hidden by the hedge. He was quite sure that the gentlemen had not seen him, and he could not help overhearing some of their conversation.
“ ‘That’s my last word, Lavender,’ Lord Arthur was saying very quietly. ‘I haven’t got the money and I can’t pay you now. You’ll have to wait.’
“ ‘Wait? I can’t wait,’ said old Lavender in reply. ‘I’ve got my engagements to meet, same as you. I’m not going to risk being posted up as a defaulter while you hold £500 of my money. You’d better give it me now or—’
“But Lord Arthur interrupted him very quietly, and said:
“ ‘Yes, my good man … or?’
“ ‘Or I’ll let Sir John have a good look at that little bill I had of yours a couple of years ago. If you’ll remember, my lord, it has got at the bottom of it Sir John’s signature in your handwriting. Perhaps Sir John, or perhaps my lady, would pay me something for that little bill. If not, the police can have a squint at it. I’ve held my tongue long enough, and—’
“ ‘Look here, Lavender,’ said Lord Arthur, ‘do you know what this little game of yours is called in law?’
“ ‘Yes, and I don’t care,’ says Lavender. ‘If I don’t have that £500 I am a ruined man. If you ruin me I’ll do for you, and we shall be quits. That’s my last word.’
“He was talking very loudly, and I thought some of Lord Arthur’s friends up in the pavilion must have heard. He thought so, too, I think, for he said quickly:
“ ‘If you don’t hold your confounded tongue, I’ll give you in charge for blackmail this instant.’
“ ‘You wouldn’t dare,’ says Lavender, and he began to laugh. But just then a lady from the top of the steps said: ‘Your tea is getting cold,’ and Lord Arthur turned to go; but just before he went Lavender says to him: ‘I’ll come back tonight. You’ll have the money then.’
“George Higgins, it appears, after he had heard this interesting conversation, pondered as to whether he could not turn what he knew into some sort of profit. Being a gentleman who lives entirely by his wits, this type of knowledge forms his chief source of income. As a preliminary to future moves, he decided not to lose sight of Lavender for the rest of the day.
“ ‘Lavender went and had dinner at The Black Swan,’ explained Mr. George Higgins, ‘and I, after I had had a bite myself, waited outside till I saw him come out. At about ten o’clock I was rewarded for my trouble. He told the hall porter to get him a fly and he jumped into it. I could not hear what direction he gave the driver, but the fly certainly drove off towards the racecourse.
“ ‘Now, I was interested in this little affair,’ continued the witness, ‘and I couldn’t afford a fly. I started to run. Of course, I couldn’t keep up with it, but I thought I knew which way my gentleman had gone. I made straight for the racecourse, and for the hedge at the bottom of Lord Arthur Skelmerton’s grounds.
“ ‘It was rather a dark night and there was a slight drizzle. I couldn’t see more than about a hundred yards before me. All at once it seemed to me as if I heard Lavender’s voice talking loudly in the distance. I hurried forward, and suddenly saw a group of two figures—mere blurs in the darkness—for one instant, at a distance of about fifty yards from where I was.
“ ‘The next moment one figure had fallen forward and the other had disappeared. I ran to the spot, only to find the body of the murdered man lying on the ground. I stooped to see if I could be of any use to him, and immediately I was collared from behind by Lord Arthur himself.’
“You may imagine,” said the man in the corner, “how keen was the excitement of that moment in court. Coroner and jury alike literally hung breathless on every word that shabby, vulgar individual uttered. You see, by itself his evidence would have been worth very little, but coming on the top of that given by James Terry, its significance—more, its truth—had become glaringly apparent. Closely cross-examined, he adhered strictly to his statement; and having finished his evidence, George Higgins remained in charge of the constables, and the next witness of importance was called up.
“This was Mr. Chipps, the senior footman in the employment of Lord Arthur Skelmerton. He deposed that at about 10:30 on the Friday evening a ‘party’ drove up to The Elms in a fly, and asked to see Lord Arthur. On being told that his lordship had company he seemed terribly put out.
“ ‘I hasked the party to give me ’is card,’
