"That is undoubtedly a fact," replied the investigator.
Stillman turned upon Berg with dignity.
"Surely you must have noticed the man if all that uproar attended his exit. You must have detected enough to mark a difference between an exceptionally well-dressed man and an Italian street musician."
Berg shook his big head.
"It was aboud twelve o'clock in the night-dime, und my customers besides I had to pay some attention to," stated he.
The coroner was baffled by the man's positiveness.
"Well," said he, resignedly. "What else did you see?"
Berg shook his head once more.
"Nothing else. Putty soon I closed up and went home." Then a flash of recollection came into his dull face. "As I went down the street I saw some lights in Hume's windows. One of them windows was open—maybe the one he sticked his head out of to call the man names—und I could hear him laughing like he used to do when he was trying to make a jackass of some peoples."
The coroner pondered. At length he said: