"Do you know anything of this, Mr. Marsh?" the coroner repeated.
"No," Charley coldly and briefly said.
"You recognize the writing and the name?"
"Yes."
"The writer of this, Cherrie Nettleby, alludes to money which she says will do you and her more good than it ever did Lady Leroy. To what money does she refer?"
Charley thought of the bank-note he had taken from her through sheer necessity, and once more the blood rushed in a scarlet tide to his face, ebbing again, and leaving him white as ashes.
Coroner, jury, and spectators saw his changing face, and set it down to conscious guilt.
"To what money does she refer?" reiterated the coroner.
"Sir, I decline answering that question."
"Indeed! Are you aware, Mr. Marsh, such a refusal tells very much against you?"