Then the Coroner, having written a few more words upon the foolscap before him, turned to the jury, exclaiming—“This last statement of the witness, gentlemen, seems, to say the least, curious.”
In an instant all present were on tip-toe with excitement, wondering what startling facts were likely to be revealed.
Chapter Four.
“The Major.”
No further questions were put to the cab-driver at this juncture, but medical evidence was at once taken. Breathless stillness pervaded the court, for the statement about to be made would put an end to all rumour, and the truth would be known.
When the dapper elderly man had stepped up to the table and been sworn, the Coroner, in the quick, business-like tone which he always assumed toward his fellow medical men, said—
“You are Doctor Charles Wyllie, house-surgeon, Charing Cross Hospital?”
“I am,” the other answered in a correspondingly dry tone.