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Before Witnesses by Edgar Wallace is a gripping courtroom drama filled with tension, intrigue, and unexpected twists. When a high-profile murder trial captures public attention, the courtroom becomes a battleground where truth and deception clash. As the defense and prosecution present their cases, each witness testimony unravels deeper secrets and hidden motives. Amidst the legal maneuvering, a tenacious lawyer must piece together the puzzle and expose the real culprit. Will justice prevail, or will the truth be buried under layers of lies? Dive into this electrifying tale of legal suspense and discover the fine line between guilt and innocence.
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A Short Story
Author: Edgar Wallace
Edited by: Seif Moawad
Copyright © 2024 by Al-Mashreq eBookstore
Originally published in 1986
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AN inventor lives mainly in the future, and youth, naturally and inevitably, lives for to-day. So that there was a certain amount of justification for Lydia Manton's gloom. Happily, the teashop was deserted, for the hour was three—that slack time between luncheon and tea—and she could speak without fear that some emissary or employee of John Revill was within earshot to carry news of her indiscretion to that tyrant.
And it was an indiscretion for a very rich young lady to be sitting in a Ludgate Hill teashop with Bobbie Ballard, an undesirable acquaintance from most of the points which appealed to her uncle. Not that Bobbie was unpresentable from any other. He was a clean, good-looking, athletic young man, with all the fine code which the public schools lend to their children; but he was extremely poor, and his prospects were as extremely unfavourable. He thought otherwise personally.
'On Tuesday afternoon at seven o'clock,' he said impressively, 'our troubles are going to be over, Lydia! The GBS* are giving a test to my machine, and if they take it up my fortune's made. And of course they will take it up,' he added, with that enthusiasm which is half the inventor's charm and not a little of his pathos. 'There has never been anything like this. Why, a man came over specially from Berlin to try it out this morning, and he's only waiting for the big test on Tuesday—'
[* General Broadcasting Syndicate.]
'The Germans have got no money,' she said dismally. 'I thought everybody knew that.'
His face fell.
'I don't know,' he said vaguely. 'A lot of people think they have. But that's neither here nor there: I'm not depending on the German patents. Now, if we could only persuade your uncle to be reasonable, it would make all the difference in the world to me.'
She shook her head.
'Bobbie, if by persuading uncle to be reasonable, you mean persuading him to put some of his money or let me put some of mine into the invention, get that idea out of your mind, my dear! Uncle Revill hates you, and when I told him that you had invented a wonderful apparatus, his first thought was to get particulars in order to fight the patent! And John Revill is the greatest of all the patent lawyers.'
Bobbie did not want telling that, nor was Mr Revill's loathing for him any secret.