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"YES," said Meredith, "when Gomez said that he did not go down to the Abbey that afternoon he lied, and he has been trying to cover up his lie ever since."
There was a note of elation in his voice that was infectious. "You want to hear how I found out? It was more by good luck than good management. I followed the farm track till I came to a small field. There I found a man wheeling turnips in a barrow. He put down his barrow and stared at me. Then he left it and came up. 'You'll excuse me, sir,' he said, 'but I think we've met before. You are Mr. Meredith, the famous lawyer. You defended my brother at the Old Bailey when they charged him with grievous bodily harm on that policeman. Surely you remember defending William Parish, and you got him off, you did, and I had the honour of shak
