Q. “He got rid of it. In what way?”
A. “By shaving, your honor, I presume. Leastways I was hardly for recognizing him when he came around without it.”
Q. “Do you see Dr. Lytton in the room, Donovan?”
A short, thick-set, bull-necked man with a glistening bald head stood up near the wall.
A. “There’s the gentleman himself, your honor.”
Coroner Holbein regarded the standing man.
“Thank you, Dr. Lytton,” he said.
Q. “Did you see Dr. Lytton the night Mr. Ballau was found dead, the night of April 10th?”
A. “No, sir, I did not.”
Q. “Did you see Mr. De Medici come in that night?”