“I didn’t notice, sir: I don’t remember. Some of us took ’em off on the hills—’twas very hot—and never put ’em on again all day.”
The coroner and jury talked together, and then Harry Dance was told to repeat the evidence he had given the day before. He went over it again: the sounds of quarrelling, and the words in the voice he had supposed to be King’s: “Oh, don’t—don’t! you’ll throw me over.”
“Had Ferrar his neckerchief on when you met him soon after this?” questioned Captain Chamberlain.
“I think he had, sir. I think if he had not I should ha’ noticed it. I’m nearly as sure as I can be that it wasn’t off.”
When Dance was done with, Mark Ferrar was begun upon again.
“What induced you to go off from your home on Wednesday evening without notice?” asked the coroner.
“I went to South Crabb, sir.”
“I don’t ask you where you went, I ask why you went?”
“I go over there sometimes, sir. I told Sally I was going.”