“My knife had several blades.”
“Is that so? All of the same length?”
“All lengths.”
“But fitted into one handle?”
“Yes; but it was a peculiar handle.”
“So I should imagine. I’m afraid, Mr. Ferguson, that you’ll have to make a drawing of this knife of yours, in order to make the judge and jury and the doctors understand what kind of article it was. When you entered the room, was Miss Moore already there?”
“Yes; she was there on an errand of mercy.”
“Indeed. Did she stop the proceedings in order to tell you so?”
“I know.”
“I have already remarked that you seem to know a good deal about some things and nothing at all about others. How long was it after your entrance that the murder began?”