"Pardon me," interrupted Pringle; "you said awhile ago that you had no experience of your own as to this infirmity. I assume we shall be able to produce evidence to prove that?"
"Undoubtedly there will be evidence."
"May I ask from whom we are to expect this evidence? Mr. Davenport's brother? He knows all about it, I suppose?"
"No, not Mr. Davenport's brother. I am not sure that Mr. Edward Davenport ever knew anything about it."
"That is unfortunate, since, so far as I understand, Mr. Edward Davenport is the late Mr. Davenport's only surviving relative."
"He is. But at the time when Mr. Davenport had those seizures he was abroad, on the Continent. For many years of his life Mr. Davenport did not live in the United Kingdoms. When I first knew him he had just come home after travelling for a long time in America and Europe. Although I am not quite sure, I think up to a very short time before I met him he had been out of the country most of his life. He was not very communicative about the past, or indeed on any subject. It was while he was staying for a time in Florence he had these attacks of hallucination----"
"And the evidence we can command is that of an eye-witness?" broke in Pringle.
"Certainly."
"The inquest will be to-morrow. May I not have the name of the witness? There is no time to be lost. In fact, this evidence, this extremely important evidence, comes very late. I am sorry I did not hear of it before. But we must do the best we can with it."
He spoke in a voice of deep concern.