More excitement followed—a sharp-featured little man on the left of the room jumped to his feet. All eyes were turned on him.
“I object to that question, sir, with all deference—the witness has not yet said that she had found anything.”
Dr. Anselm glared at this disturber of the peace. “Who are you, sir?”
The little man produced his card. “Felix Lawson. I am present at this inquiry watching the interests of Webb—the man under——”
The Coroner broke in quickly. “Very well, Mr. Lawson. That is sufficient.”
He addressed himself to the witness again. “Tell your story—go on.”
“I entered the billiard room and the first thing I saw was the dead body of Mr. Prescott lying across the billiard-table.”
“What did you do?”
She hesitated for a brief period. “I screamed for help! Then the other people came in.”
“I see! I will only ask you one more question. Describe the attitude of the body on the table as well as you are able.”