"I am not prepared to go as far as that. We should have to make another test. The amount was so very small."
"Might be blood from a mosquito," muttered Raymond. "There are enough around here."
"You may think as you please," said the young doctor. "I am only stating the facts."
"Have you anything else to say, doctor?" came from the coroner.
"Nothing more. Here is the ring. We have kept what we found under the stone."
"Very well. Miss Langmore, you may have the ring back." It was passed out and Raymond took it and slipped it back on Margaret's hand, which was cold and nerveless. The girl was sitting as motionless as a marble statue.
There was another pause and then, one after another, several minor witnesses were brought up and examined. At four o'clock the coroner began to sum up the evidence, to which the jury listened with close attention. Then the jurors filed out into a side room, the door to which was tightly closed.
"Is—is it over?" faltered Margaret. "Wha—what will they do next?"
"We must wait for the finding of the jury, Margaret."
"How long will that take?"