All counted the minutes and all showed relief--the coroner by a loud sigh--when the door finally opened and an officer appeared, followed by the lounging form of Adelaide's brother.
Arthur Cumberland had come unwillingly, and his dissatisfaction did not improve his naturally heavy countenance.

However, he brightened a little at sight of the two men sitting at the table, and, advancing, broke into speech before either of the two officials had planned their questions.
"I call this hard," he burst forth.

"My place is at home and at the bedside of my suffering sister, and you drag me down here at nine o'clock at night to answer questions about things of which I am completely ignorant.

I've said all I have to say about the trouble which has come into my family; but if another repetition of the same things will help to convict that scoundrel who has broken up my home and made me the wretchedest dog alive, then I'm ready to talk.

So, fire ahead, Dr.Perry, and let's be done with it." "Sit down," replied the district attorney, gravely, with a gesture of dismissal to the officer.