“I have.”
“With what result?”
“That he would place it on the mantel about a foot or a foot and a half west of the safe.”
“Then the testimony of the witness and the result of your experiments would lead you to conclude that at the time the witness passed up the drive, the occupant of the room had the safe open and the light so placed that he could best see into it?”
“It is entirely compatible with that assumption.”
Mr. Trafford was dismissed and Oldbeg recalled. There was a buzz in the room.
“What do you s’pose that was fur?” one man asked another.
“For impression. It shows how mighty cute Trafford is, an’ lets folks know that there’s somebody arter ’em as knows what’s what.”
“Onless Trafford got it up hisself fur advertisin’,” suggested the other, a hard-headed Yankee to whom shrewdness was a natural instinct.
“Do you own a pistol?” demanded the coroner, as Oldbeg settled himself to his examination.