"Mr.Cumberland, we have spared you up to this time, for two very good reasons.

You were in great trouble, and you appeared to be in the possession of no testimony which would materially help us.

But matters have changed since you held conversation with Dr.Perry on the day following your sister's decease.
You have laid that sister away; the will which makes you an independent man for life has been read in your hearing; you are in as much ease of mind as you can be while your remaining sister's life hangs trembling in the balance; and, more important still, discoveries not made before the funeral, have been made since, rendering it very desirable for you to enter into particulars at this present moment, which were not thought necessary then." "Particulars?
What particulars?
Don't you know enough, as it is, to hang the fellow?
Wasn't he seen with his fingers on Adelaide's throat?
What can I tell you that is any more damaging than that?
Particulars!" The word seemed to irritate him beyond endurance.

Never had he looked more unprepossessing or a less likely subject for sympathy, than when he stumbled into the chair set for him by the district attorney.
"Arthur!" The word had a subtle ring.

The coroner, who uttered it, waited to watch its effect.