"I believe so."
"Who made the clay models in your studio, Mr. Whitney?"
"I did."
"Unassisted?"
The question remained unanswered, and after a brief pause the coroner pushed back his chair and rose. "That is all, thank you, Mr. Whitney; kindly wait in the adjoining room to the left; you will find a chair there."
With a stiff bow Whitney stepped down from the platform and made his way through the silent crowd to the room indicated.
As the door closed behind him, Penfield called the deputy coroner to the stand. Laying down his pen, Dr. North took his seat in the witness chair, and after being sworn, turned to face the jurors, chart in hand.
"You made the autopsy upon Mr. Sinclair Spencer?" questioned Penfield.
"I did, Doctor, in the presence of the morgue master."
"Please state to the jury the result of that autopsy."