His brow had flushed; his moustache had begun to twitch.

And now he squared his shoulders and faced his questioner defiantly.
"I resent these questions about my private affairs!" he snapped out.
"Possibly.

But I must put them.

I repeat my last question." "And I refuse to answer it." "Then I ask you another.

Where did you live in London at the time you are telling us of, when you knew John Marbury ?" "I refuse to answer that question also!" The Treasury Counsel sat down and looked at the Coroner..