“Didn’t act as though he liked it—as though the death of Miss Pathzuol was a thing that pleased him?”
“No, sir; on the contrary. He acted as though it had been a great shock to him.”
“You can go.”
Next came a physician.
He said he was a police-surgeon. At about nine o’clock on the morning of July 13th he had been summoned to the house of the decedent; had examined the body and satisfied himself as to the mode of death. There were three separate knife-wounds. These he proceeded to describe in technical language. Not one of them could have been self-inflicted; any one of them was sufficient to have caused immediate death.
“Dr. Merrill,” inquired the prosecutor, “how long—how many hours—prior to your arrival must the crime have been perpetrated?”
“From seven to ten hours.”
“So that—?”
“So that the crime must have been perpetrated between eleven and two o’clock.”
“Good.—Now, Doctor, here is a handkerchief which the captain says he took from the prisoner on the morning of his arrest. Do you recognize it?”