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"We will try to get along without her," assented Goldberger. "If necessary, I can take her deposition. Is she in bed?" "Yes; I am keeping her as quiet as possible." "Very well; we won't disturb her," said Goldberger, and Hinman was excused, and Freylinghuisen called.
"I will be responsible for their appearance at the inquest." "I'll have to postpone it a day," said Goldberger. "I want Freylinghuisen to make some tests to-morrow. Besides, we've got to identify d'Aurelle, and these gentlemen seem to have their work cut out for them in finding this woman "
"How was she dressed?" "In a white robe of some silk-like material." "A robe that would show a blood-stain?" "Undoubtedly." Goldberger paused for an instant, and then produced a pad, such as one uses for inking rubber stamps, opened it and placed it on the table before him. "Have you any objection to giving me a set of your finger-prints?" he asked.
Grady, Simmonds and Goldberger examined the room minutely, for they seemed to feel that the secret of the tragedy lay somewhere within its four walls; but I watched them only absently, for I had lost interest in the procedure. I was perfectly sure that they would find nothing in any way bearing upon the mystery.
He looked at it a moment, and then handed it to Goldberger. The latter examined it carefully. "It's stained with blood, too," he remarked, and passed it on to Godfrey. "It looks like curtain-cord," Godfrey said, and made a little tour of the room. "Ah!" he added, after a moment, from the door opening into the grounds. "See here!"
I heard a quick, deep intaking of the breath from the man who sat beside me, and then I was on my feet. "Your Honour," I said to Goldberger, "it seems that an effort is to be made to incriminate Mr. Swain in this affair, and he should therefore be represented by counsel. I myself intend to represent him, and I ask for an hour's adjournment in order to consult with my client."
"I suppose, then, you think it was Parks," said Goldberger. "It may quite possibly have been Parks," agreed Godfrey, gravely. "Nonsense!" broke in Vantine, impatiently. "Parks is as straight as a string he's been with me for eight years." "Of course it's nonsense," assented Goldberger. "It's nonsense to say that he was killed by anybody. He killed himself.
"Yes," he said, "there are some things which seem to implicate Mr. Swain; but both Mr. Lester and I are certain he isn't guilty. We're going to prove it!" She looked up at him with a grateful smile. "Thank you!" she gasped. "I wait a moment I was silly to give way so. Of course you will prove it! It's absurd!" And then she stopped and looked at Goldberger. "Do you believe it?" she demanded.
"That is all," said Goldberger, quickly, and placed on the stand the head of the Identification Bureau. "Mr. Sylvester," he began, "you have examined the marks on these garments?" "Yes, sir." "What did you make of them?" "They are all unquestionably finger-marks, but most of them are mere smudges.
For a moment, we all sat silent. The only portion of her evidence which could in any way help Swain was her discovery of the swaying curtain, and even that, as Goldberger had pointed out, might easily mean nothing. "Miss Vaughan," I said, at last, "how long a time elapsed from the moment you left your father in the library until you found him?" "I don't know. Perhaps fifteen minutes."
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