"Well, sir, I'd got to meet somebody, outside the house, at a quarter to eight o'clock," she murmured.
"I see! Did you meet him?"
"Yes, sir."
"Punctually?"
"I might have been a minute late, sir. The clocks had done striking."
"Very good. And just before they began to strike you saw Dr. Wellesley come out of his drawing-room door?"
"Yes, sir."
Meeking suddenly dropped back into his seat and began to shuffle his papers. The Coroner glanced at Cotman—and Cotman, with a cynical smile, got to his feet and confronted the witness.
"Was it your young man that you went out to meet at a quarter to eight o'clock that evening?" he asked.
"Yes, sir," admitted the girl.