"I don't know; somewhere. I was walking the streets, as I have said. I don't remember just where I was when I thrust my hands into my pocket and found the keys gone."
"You do not?"
"No."
"But it was within an hour after leaving the house?"
"Yes."
"Very good; the keys have been found."
The witness started, started so violently that his teeth came together with a click loud enough to be heard over the whole room.
"Have they?" said he, with an effort at nonchalance which, however, failed to deceive any one who noticed his change of color. "You can tell me, then, where I lost them."
"They were found," said the Coroner, "in their usual place above your brother's desk in Duane Street."
"Oh!" murmured the witness, utterly taken aback or appearing so. "I cannot account for their being found in the office. I was so sure I dropped them in the street."