“Come—Wedn—half—elev—must—you—for—leav—New Yor—
“Hélène de—T—”
Without a word of comment, the coroner handed the paper to the jurymen, who eagerly scanned it.
“Have you any further evidence to give to the jury?”
“No, sir.”
“That is all, then, Hardy. You are excused. Bayne,” to his clerk, “recall Mr. Gordon.”
Gordon was walking impatiently up and down the smaller room, eager to be gone, and he answered the summons with alacrity.
“Mr. Gordon, where were you between the hours of nine thirty P.M. and midnight on Wednesday last?”
“I decline to state.”
“Tut! We know you called to see Mrs. Trevor at eleven thirty that night.”