"On that occasion he struck me down when I was walking away from him. The blow almost deprived me of my senses, and I lay stunned for some seconds."
"Yes."
"When I rose I made no attack on him."
"No."
"But I uttered a threat that I would be even with him."
"Yes. I regard your words as practically a threat of murder."
"Do you know what your son was doing between that time and the time when he was supposed to meet with the person who murdered him?"
"No; I cannot tell."
"You say he came into the house where two letters awaited him; those two letters he read, and then threw them into the fire. Do you know what was in those letters?"
"No; I have no idea."