"It had escaped your notice before the detective officer pointed it out?"
"It was I who first pointed it out. We were examining the wall together when I said, 'What is this?' My question led to the discovery of the bullet."
The Coroner: "Call Mr. Reginald Boyd."
A firm pressure of Florence's hand, and Reginald faced the jury. Dick moved a little nearer to the young wife, whose heart was throbbing violently. Reginald was very pale, and traces of the sickness he had passed through were visible in his face, though he bore himself with composure.
The Coroner: "You have been ill, and probably would like to be seated."
Reginald: "Thank you, Mr. Coroner, I prefer to stand."
"As you please. We understand that you went to your father's house in Catchpole Square to see the body of the deceased?"
"Yes, I went there on Sunday.'
"You saw the body?"
"Yes."