"Yes. I thought of going to see Wallingford, in the Mayor's Parlour."
"Did you go?"
"No. I should have gone, but I suddenly remembered that I had an appointment with a patient in Meadow Gate at ten minutes to eight o'clock. So I went back to the surgery, exchanged my jacket for a coat and went out."
"On your oath, have you the slightest idea as to who killed John Wallingford?"
"I have not the least idea! I never have had."
Meeking nodded, as much as to imply that he had no further questions to ask; when his witness had stepped down, he turned to the Coroner.
"I should like to have Bunning, the caretaker, recalled, sir," he said. "I want to ask him certain questions which have just occurred to me. Bunning," he continued, when the ex-sergeant had been summoned to the witness-box, "I want you to give me some information about the relation of your rooms to the upper portion of the Moot Hall. You live in rooms on the ground floor, don't you? Yes? Very well, now, is there any entrance to your rooms other than that at the front of the building—the entrance from the market-place?"
"Yes, sir. There's an entrance from St. Lawrence Lane, at the back."
"Is there any way from your rooms to the upper floors of the Moot Hall?"
"Yes, sir. There's a back stair, from our back door."