I wanted to see how the sick horse looked." "Did you drop this key into your pocket, too ?" "No, I carried it into the hall." "What did you do with it there ?" "I don't know.

Put it on the table, I suppose." "Don't you remember?
There were other keys lying on this table.

Don't you remember what you did with the one in your hand while you took the club-house key from the midst of Mr.Ranelagh's bunch ?" "I laid it on the table.

I must have--there was no other place to put it." "Laid it down by itself ?" "Yes." "And took it up when you went out ?" "Of course." "Carrying it straight to the stable ?" "Naturally." "What did you do with it when you came out ?" "I left it in the stable-door." "You did?
What excuse have you to give for that ?" "None.

I was reckless, and didn't care for anything--that's all." "Yet you took several minutes, for all your hurry and your indifference, to get the stable key and look in at a horse that wasn't sick enough to keep your coachman home from a dance." The prisoner was silent.
"You have no further explanation to give on this subject ?" "No.