Old Doctor Curzon conferred with the attorney for several moments before calling the inquest to order.
“I believe we will have the testimony of the sheriff first,” he said, looking around the room.
But neither the sheriff nor deputy were in evidence.
“Will some one call the sheriff?” asked Coburn.
Hashknife got slowly to his feet and half turned in the narrow aisle, where his glance swept the audience. His face seemed a little pale and his lips were shut tightly. Then⸺
“The sheriff won’t be here,” he said distinctly. “Neither will the deputy. Their evidence is locked up, and I’ve got the key in my pocket.”
For several moments the room was hushed.
“I don’t believe we quite understand you,” said Coburn.
“It was plain English,” replied Hashknife.
“But—but—” spluttered the attorney. No one else spoke; all were too interested for words.