"I don't understand you," I said, and I spoke the truth. I was out of my depth, for he surely couldn't suppose that I was intimately acquainted with Philip Darwin's personal affairs! Either that, or else he possessed information of which I had no knowledge. It proved to be the latter case.
"In the waste basket we found partially burned scraps of what was presumably a will, Mr. Davies, and here," holding up a heavy paper, "is what Mr. Darwin was at work upon when he was shot. It is a will, Mr. Davies, or rather the beginning of one, and it is not in Mrs. Darwin's favor."
I made no comment, but I could see what he was driving at. This was another powerful factor to be added to Ruth's motive in taking her husband's life.
"This will is in favor of Cora Manning. Did you ever hear of her, Mr. Davies?" continued the coroner.
"I can't say that I have."
"Do you also identify this handkerchief?"
"No, I have never seen it before to my knowledge."
"It might be Mrs. Darwin's?"
"I don't know."
"That is all at present. Mr. Cunningham, please."