Coming back to his place, he nodded to himself.

He had a clue.

Now he understood about the enormous strength which had killed Mazarine practically without a struggle.

He had noticed more than once the sinewy fingers of the Chinaman.

As the inquest went on, he had again and again looked at the hands and arms of Orlando, and it had seemed impossible that, strong as he was, his fingers had the particular strength which could have done this thing.
The Coroner stood waiting for Rada to come, when suddenly the door opened and a Chinaman entered--one of the two who had appeared so strangely on the scene the day before.