We've been hard pressed more than once, but we haven't sold a single bottle of wine out of the cellars." Dominey accepted the glass of sherry which the lawyer had poured out but made no movement towards drinking it.

He seemed during the last few minutes to have been wrapped in a brown study.
"Mangan," he asked a little abruptly, "is it the popular belief down here that I killed Roger Unthank ?" The lawyer set down the decanter and coughed.
"A plain answer," Dominey insisted.
Mr.Mangan adapted himself to the situation.

He was beginning to understand his client.
"I am perfectly certain, Sir Everard," he confessed, "that there isn't a soul in these parts who isn't convinced of it.

They believe that there was a fight and that you had the best of it." "Forgive me," Dominey continued, "if I seem to ask unnecessary questions.

Remember that I spent the first portion of my exile in Africa in a very determined effort to blot out the memory of everything that had happened to me earlier in life.