"Y-yes." Whitney reflected for a moment, then added, "I believe the bulb by the bureau was burning, but I can't swear to it."
"Did Mr. Spencer give you any inkling Tuesday night that he intended to be an early riser on Wednesday morning?"
"No, he never mentioned the subject."
"Was it his custom on previous visits, to walk about your house before the servants were up?"
"Not that I am aware of," Whitney hesitated. "Possibly his intoxicated condition made him desire the fresh air."
"That is possible," admitted the coroner. "But witnesses testify that Mr.
Spencer had on no shoes."
"Which confirms my statement of his condition," replied Whitney quietly.
"No man in his sober senses seeks the street in his stockings."
The coroner, making no comment, held up the knife with the black bone handle. "Have you ever seen this knife before?"
Whitney turned a shade whiter. "I may have; there is nothing distinctive about the knife."
"Is it not used for modeling in clay?"