"It's the angle we want—the angle at which she presented her body to the gallery front," explained the relentless official.
A shudder, then the rigidity of fixed attention, broken in another moment, however, by an impulsive movement and the unexpected question:
"Is it to find the man who did it that you are enacting this horrible farce?"
Somewhat startled, the Coroner retorted:
"If you object on that account——"
But Mr. Travis as vehemently exclaimed:
"But I don't! I want the man caught. One should not shoot arrows about in a place where there are beautiful young women. I want him caught and punished."
As they were all digesting this unexpected avowal, they saw his hand go up. The Coroner gave a low whistle, and the detective in obedience to it stood for one instant stock-still—then bent quickly to the floor.
"What is he doing?" cried Mr. Travis.
"Yes, what is he doing?" echoed Mr. Roberts.