"Mr. McCausland."
A buzz of expectancy went around when the inspector walked in from the ante-room and mounted the stand. He wore a rose in his buttonhole, but the smile had left his countenance. With his testimony, it was felt, the real case for the prosecution began.
"You arrested the accused, I believe, Mr. McCausland?" asked the district attorney, amid the breathless attention of the court.
"I had that disagreeable task to perform."
"Where was the arrest made?"
"On the steps of the Putnam hotel."
"What was your first act upon reaching the station?"
"I stripped the accused and confiscated the clothes he wore."
"These were the clothes he had worn at the time of the fire, also?"
"He stated so."