"When did you see him last?"
"Oh, two or three days ago," answered Kauffman.
"You may be seated," said the coroner.
Under close interrogation the old man admitted that he had had some trouble with Watson. "Once I forced him to leave my premises," he said. "He was drunk and insulting."
"Did you employ a weapon?"
"Only this "—here he lifted a sturdy fist—"but it was sufficient. I have not forgotten my gymnastic training."
Prompted by Kitsong, who had assumed something of the attitude of a prosecuting attorney, the coroner asked, "Has your daughter ever been in an asylum?"
Although this question plainly disturbed him, Kauffman replied, after a moment's hesitation, "No, sir."
"Where were you last night?"
"At home."