"The grass is very thick in some places, and where it isn't thick it's that close and wiry in texture that a boot wouldn't make any impression." "One more question," said Mr.Lindsey, leaning forward and looking Chisholm full in the face.

"When you charged the man there in the dock with the murder of Abel Crone, didn't he at once--instantly!--show the greatest surprise?
Come, now, on your oath--yes or no ?" "Yes!" admitted Chisholm; "he did." "But he just as readily admitted he was in possession of Crone's purse?
Again--yes or no ?" "Yes," said Chisholm.

"Yes--that's so." That was all Mr.Lindsey asked Chisholm.

It was not much more that he asked the doctor.

But there was more excitement about what he did ask him--arising out of something that he did in asking it.
"There's been talk, doctor, as to what the precise weapon was which caused the fatal injury to this man Crone," he said.