"Your honor, may I make a suggestion?" Cunningham awoke suddenly to the exigencies of the situation.
"Certainly, Mr. Cunningham," responded the coroner graciously.
"It has occurred to me that perhaps Mr. Darwin had in a moment of sentiment slipped that stoneless ring on his finger, and then had trouble in removing it. Of course it is only a suggestion," apologetically.
"No doubt it was just as you say," answered the coroner. "After all, the ring has nothing to do with the actual murder. Thank you, Mr. Cunningham."
As the lawyer resumed his seat with that sardonic smile upon his lips, the coroner picked up the handkerchief. "Is this yours, Mrs. Darwin?"
"No."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"May I see that handkerchief that you are holding so tightly in your hand?"
Without a word she passed the bit of cambric to him and he held it up beside the blood-stained handkerchief. They were exactly the same, texture, pattern, and design!