"Quite right," responded Mr. Cunningham with an odd smile. "But perhaps my client wasn't quite sane."
CHAPTER VIII
LEE DARWIN
The coroner's retort, if he made one, was lost to me, for at this moment loud voices were heard in the hall and a burly policeman came hurriedly into the room.
"What is it, Riley?" asked the coroner in an annoyed tone.
"Beggin' yer pardon, sorr, but there's a young man out here and a divil of a strong young man he is, yer honor," said the policeman.
"What does he want?"
"Shure an' he says he's Lee Darwin, but Oi'm on to their little tricks. An' shure by the looks of him I'd say he was one of thim fresh cub reporters that worries the life out of us huntin' for noos."
"Reporter be hanged!" exclaimed a wrathful voice, as a young man strode into the room.