After order had been restored, which I will say was very soon, the Coroner, with an added gravity of tone, went on with his questions:
"Did you recognize this bit of steel as belonging to any instrument in the medical profession?"
"No; it was of too untempered steel to have been manufactured for any thrusting or cutting purposes. It was of the commonest kind, and had broken short off in the wound. It was the end only that I found."
"Have you this end with you,—the point, I mean, which you found imbedded at the base of the dead woman's brain?"
"I have, sir"; and he handed it over to the jury. As they passed it along, the Coroner remarked:
"Later we will show you the remaining portion of this instrument of death," which did not tend to allay the general excitement. Seeing this, the Coroner humored the growing interest by pushing on his inquiries.
"Doctor," he asked, "are you prepared to say how long a time elapsed between the infliction of this fatal wound and those which disfigured her?"
"No, sir, not exactly; but some little time."
Some little time, when the murderer was in the house only ten minutes! All looked their surprise, and, as if the Coroner had divined this feeling of general curiosity, he leaned forward and emphatically repeated:
"More than ten minutes?"