"I thank you, Mr.Cannot, for coming here and giving us what you evidently consider important information." Mr.Cannot bowed, a funny, little, old-fashioned bow, and again some of those present tittered rather foolishly.
As he was stepping down from the witness-box, he turned and looked up at the coroner, opening his lips as he did so.

There was a murmur of talking going on, but Mrs.Bunting, at any rate, heard quite distinctly what it was that he said: "One thing I have forgotten, sir, which may be of importance.

The man carried a bag--a rather light-coloured leather bag, in his left hand.

It was such a bag, sir, as might well contain a long-handled knife." Mrs.Bunting looked at the reporters' table.

She remembered suddenly that she had told Bunting about the disappearance of Mr.Sleuth's bag.
And then a feeling of intense thankfulness came over her; not a single reporter at the long, ink-stained table had put down that last remark of Mr.Cannot.In fact, not one of them had heard it.
Again the last witness put up his hand to command attention.