She stares at him with strangely dilated eyes, and parted lips.
"Why should I?" she says. "I had dismissed him, and parted from him. I supposed he had gone away."
"Please answer, yes or no, to the question," he urges.
"What question?" a little shortly.
"The one I asked you just now. Did you return to your discarded lover at this place when you left Langton Villa the second time? Yes, or no."
"No, then," with a slight touch of defiance.
A minute of dead silence. The coroner resumes, almost irrelevantly, it would seem:
"Is the dress you wear now the same one you had on last night, Miss Langton?"
"Yes, the same. I have not slept all night, she replies, wearily.
"Please observe that on the front breadth of your dress there are some dark, reddish-looking splashes and stains that resemble blood. Can you account for them?"