“And her hands?”
“They were both behind her, sir, clutching at the table.”
“You have a wonderful memory, Blake,” and the Coroner looked hard at his witness.
“Not always, sir. But the thing is like a picture to my mind.”
“Like a moving picture?”
“No, sir, nobody moved. It was like a tableau, sir——”
“And then,” prompted Inspector Bardon.
At this point, Barry Stannard was again seen to look at Blake with a glance of deep concentration.
“Important, if true,” Detective Roberts said to himself. “Young Stannard is afraid of the footman’s further disclosures!”
Whether that was so or not, Blake suddenly lost his power of clear and concise narration.