I don't understand these questions," was the sullen reply.
"You walked quickly.

Does that mean you didn't look back ?" "How, look back ?" "Your sister lit a candle in the small room where her coat was found.
This light should have been visible from the golf-links." "I didn't see any light." He was almost rough in these answers.

He was showing himself now at his very worst.
A few more questions followed, but they were of minor import, and aroused less violent feeling.

The serious portion of the examination, if thus it might be called, was over, and all parties showed the reaction which follows all unnatural restraint or subdued excitement.
The coroner glanced meaningly at the district attorney, who, tapping with his fingers on the table, hesitated for a moment before he finally turned again upon Arthur Cumberland.
"You wish to return to your sister?
You are at liberty to do so; I will trouble you no more to-night.

Your sleigh is at the door, I presume." The young man nodded, then rising slowly, looked first at the district attorney, then at the coroner, with a glance of searching inquiry which did not escape the watchful eye of Sweetwater, lurking in the rear.