“Dead?”
“Yes, sir.”
“How can you be sure of that?”
“Because I went to his side, and kneeling down put my hand over his heart.”
“You could not feel any pulsation?”
“I could not.”
“What then?”
“I thought of going to Mr. Barnes here, who was one of Mr. Field’s warmest friends.”
“What o’clock was it at this time?”
“About five, just before daylight.”