"Yes. I had not expected the disease to take a fatal turn, at least not so rapidly."
"Yet she was in such a condition that she could not even swallow coffee?"
"No, but that——"
"Never mind the reasons, Doctor. The fact is all that we want. Shortly after your entrance into her room she died, did she not?"
"Yes, sir, at eleven thirty. About five minutes after."
"Now, Doctor, notwithstanding the fact that in the afternoon you thought this girl practically out of danger, and notwithstanding the sudden and alarming change which you saw in her that night, and in spite of the fact that the specialist whom you yourself had called into the case, reported to you that he suspected morphine poisoning, you signed a death certificate assigning diphtheria as the cause of death. Now why did you do that?"
"Because it was my opinion!"
"Oh, I see. It was your opinion. Then you did not actually know it."
"Not actually of course. We never——"
"That is all!" exclaimed Mr. Munson, cutting off the witness at the point in his reply most advantageous to his side, and the Doctor remained silent, but appeared much annoyed.