The coroner sat appalled,--confused, almost distracted between his doubts, his convictions, his sympathy for the man and his recoil from the passions he would be only too ready to pardon if he could feel quite sure of their real root and motive.

Cumberland may have felt the other's silence, or he may have realised the imprudence of his own fury; for he dropped his hands with an impatient sigh, and blurted out: "But you haven't told me your discovery.

It seems to me it is a little late to make discoveries now." "This was brought about by the persistence of Sweetwater.

He seems to have an instinct for things.

He was leaning out of the window at the rear of the clubhouse--the window of that small room where your sister's coat was found--and he saw, caught in the vines beneath, a--" "Why don't you speak out?
I cannot tell what he found unless you name it." "A little bottle--an apothecary's phial.