Viola Carwell was like a stem accuser now.
“Did you?” she demanded again.
“I did,” answered Captain Poland, not, however, without an effort. “I felt that it was my duty to do so. I merely offered it as a suggestion, however, to one of the prosecutor's detectives. I didn't think it would lead to anything. I happened to hear your father and Harry having some words-about what I couldn't catch-and I thought it no more than right that all the facts should be brought out in court. I made no secret about it. I did not send word anonymously to the coroner, as I might have done. He knew the source of the information, and he could have called me to the stand had he so desired.”
“Would you have told the same story on the stand?”
“I would. It was the truth.”
“Even if it sent him—sent Harry to jail?”
“I would—yes. I felt it was my duty, and—”
“Oh-duty!”
Viola made a gesture of impatience.
“So-you-you told, Captain Poland! That is enough! Please don't try to see me again.”