"No, excepting that it had a very powerful odor. When I bent over Mr.
Langmore I got several whiffs of it and it made me sick at the stomach.
But the odor was soon gone."
"And you have no idea what the poison was?"
"No, nor has Doctor Soper. It may be something new, or something little known. Chemists are constantly discovering new things," went on the young physician, bound to clear himself of any suspicion of ignorance concerning medical matters.
"You found no marks of violence, as if there had been a struggle?"
"The only marks I found were two scratches on the right arm of Mrs. Langmore, right above the wrist, and a scratch on Mr. Langmore's left cheek."
"Finger nail scratches?"
"Possibly, or else they may have been made by a ring or bracelet—if there was a struggle."
"Hum! Have you anything else to tell, doctor?"
"I have not. I am willing to tell all I know."
There was another pause, as the young physician stepped back. The coroner was about to call one of the women set to guard Margaret and the Langmore mansion, when he suddenly turned.