“Who was this gentleman?”
“Mr. Linton,—a near and intimate friend of Mr. Cashel.”
“And he suggested that it would be proper to take steps for Mr. Cashers safety?”
“He did so.”
“Was anything done in consequence of that advice?”
“Nothing, I believe. The state of confusion that prevailed; the terror that pervaded every side, the dreadful scenes enacting around us,—prevented our following up the matter with all the foresight which might be desired.”
“And, in fact, you sought relief from the unsettled distraction of your thoughts, by fixing the crime upon some one—even though he should prove, of all assembled there, the least likely.”
“We did not attach anything to Mr. Cashel's disfavor until we discovered that he was in his dressing-room, and in the manner already stated.”
“But you certainly jumped to your conclusion by a sudden bound?”
“It would be fairer to say that our thoughts converged to the same impression at the same time.”