The truth?
The truth about what?
Ranelagh or me?
I should think it was about me, from the kind of questions you ask." "It is, just now," resumed the district attorney, as his colleague drew back out of sight once more.

"You cannot remember the saloon in which you drank.

That's possible enough; but perhaps you can remember what they gave you.

Was it whiskey, rum, absinthe, or what ?" The question took his irritable listener by surprise.

Arthur gasped, and tried to steal some comfort from Coroner Perry's eye.