Why should I?
Not till I uncovered the face did I know the terrors of my discovery, and then, the confusion of it all unmanned me and I fell on my knees--" "Go on! Go on!" The impetuosity, the suspense in the words astounded me.

I stared at the coroner and lost the thread of my story--What had I to say more?
How account for what must be ever unaccountable to him, to the world, to my own self, if in obedience to the demands of the situation I subdued my own memory and blotted out all I had seen but that which it was safe to confess to?
"There is no more to say," I murmured.

"The horror of that moment made a chaos in my mind.

I looked at the dead body of her who lay there as I have looked at everything since; as I looked at the police when they came--as I look at you now.

But I know nothing.