"I have told you so."
"And you never saw him again after that?"
"Never."
"You were not with him when he came out of the club?"
"No."
"When he hailed a taxicab?"
"No."
"You were not with him when he entered the cab and put his head out of the window, telling the driver to go along Piccadilly until he was stopped?"
"No."
The answers had come clear, sharp, and distinct, quick ripostes of the foils against the violent attack. Now the adversary drew breath. The pause was dramatic in its effect, far-reaching in its significance. The coroner with eyes steadily fixed on the witness made a quick movement with his hand. He drew away the long narrow strip of green baize in front of him, revealing a snake-wood stick, with ferrule stained and tarnished.