“In what direction did he stagger?”
“Away from the stackyard hedge.”
“This is a serious matter. You are on your oath, and there is such a thing as being an accessory after——”
Up sprang Stockwell.
“I protest most strongly against this witness being threatened,” he shouted.
“I think Mr. Dane is entitled to warn the witness against false testimony,” said the Coroner. “Of course, he knows the grave responsibility attached to such insinuations.”
Mr. Dane waved an emphatic hand.
“I require no threats,” he said. “I have evidence in plenty. Do you swear that Mr. Pickering did not lurch forward from beneath the pear tree at the foot of the garden after being stabbed by your sister, who surprised him in your arms, or you in his arms? It is the same thing.”
“I do,” was the prompt answer.