The Coroner: "I should like to ask your grace whether you ever saw deceased in possession of a revolver?"
Duke of D.: "Not since the war."
The Coroner: "You do not know if he carried one about with him?"
Duke of D.: "I have no idea."
The Coroner: "You can make no guess, I suppose, to whom this revolver belongs?"
Duke of D. (in great surprise): "That's my revolver—out of the study table drawer. How did you get hold of that?" (Sensation.)
The Coroner: "You are certain?"
Duke of D.: "Positive. I saw it there only the other day, when I was hunting out some photos of Mary for Cathcart, and I remember saying then that it was getting rusty lying about. There's the speck of rust."
The Coroner: "Did you keep it loaded?"
Duke of D.: "Lord, no! I really don't know why it was there. I fancy I turned it out one day with some old Army stuff, and found it among my shooting things when I was up at Riddlesdale in August. I think the cartridges were with it."