It was an unpleasant experience, hearing this bird shriek out these cries in the face of the man lying dead at my feet." "Miss Butterworth, you didn't simply stand over that man.

You knelt down and looked in his face." "I acknowledge it, and caught my dress in the filagree of the cross.
Naturally I would not stand stock still with a man drawing his last breath under my eye." "And what else did you do?
You went to the table----" "Yes, I went to the table." "And moved the inkstand ?" "Yes, I moved the inkstand, but very carefully, sir, very carefully." "Not so carefully but that I could see where it had been sitting before you took it up: the square made by its base in the dust of the table did not coincide with the place afterwards occupied by it." "Ah, that comes from your having on your glasses and I not.

I endeavored to set it down in the precise place from which I lifted it." "Why did you take it up at all?
What were you looking for ?" "For clews, Mr.Gryce.You must forgive me, but I was seeking for clews.
I moved several things.

I was hunting for the line of writing which ought to explain this murder." "The line of writing ?" "Yes.

I have not told you what the young girl said as she slipped with her companion into the crowd." "No; you have spoken of no words.