“Yes.”
“How do you know you threw it out?”
“I felt it slip from my hand.”
“Where?”
“Over the window ledge. I had pulled the window open before I turned my head. I had only to feel for the sill. When I touched its edge, I opened my fingers.”
Triumph for the defence. Cross-examination on this point had only served to elucidate a mysterious fact. The position of the phial, caught in the vines, was accounted for in a very natural manner.
Mr. Fox shifted his inquiries.
“You have said that you wore a hat and coat of your brother’s in coming to the club-house? Did you keep these articles on?”
“No; I left them in the lower hall.”
“Where in the lower hall?”