The judge advocate paused to make an entry on his pad, then resumed his examination. "What did you do next, Doctor?"
"I sent a note to the United States Sanitary Commission, asking them to send me a nurse at once."
"Did the Secret Service agent, John Symonds, speak to you of a pocketbook or a despatch?"
"He did, sir. Said that they were both missing from Captain Lloyd's coat pocket. I helped him search the rooms for them, but could find no trace of either of them."
"What did you do after the arrival of the provost marshal?"
"I conferred with him about Captain Lloyd. Considering the mystery surrounding his sudden death, we both deemed it expedient to hold an autopsy at once; so his body was removed to the city morgue."
"Did you hold the said autopsy?"
"I did, sir, in the presence of the coroner and Surgeon McBride. Here is the report of the result." He searched among his papers, and handed one of the sheets to the judge advocate, who, before inserting it in his book, read its contents aloud:
"After a prolonged and careful examination we found no wound or mark of violence on Captain Lloyd's body; nor any trace of poison in his system. Therefore, we are obliged to believe, in the absence of any particular symptom or pathological appearance, that he died from some cause or causes to us unknown.
"It is just possible that the last five days in the saddle without sufficient food or sleep might have produced a paralysis of the heart which left no symptom.