“But the bullet entered the right temple?”
“I am not sure of it.”
“But see. Here is the wound,” cried the coroner, pointing to the little blue spot on the side of the girl’s face, which was turned up to their gaze.
“Yes, that is a wound. But the bullet might have come out at that place instead of going in.[{11}]”
“Oh! Then there is a wound on the other side of the head; the side which lies upon the desk.”
“I think there is.”
“You think. Don’t you know—have you not raised the head to see?”
“I have not raised the head to see, but I know there is.”
“Why, how do you know if you have not seen?”
“Because here is the fatal bullet, and it not only went into her head, but clean through it.”