"If you entrust the case to me," he said, in a tone singularly winning for a man in his station and of his personal appearance, "I shall do my best to sustain the confidence Judge Parlin and Mr. Wing gave me; but let me warn you, in my profession there is no royal road. I have no instinct that enables me to scent a murderer or other criminal. I reach results by hard work, close attention to details, and perseverance. I make it a condition of undertaking any case that nothing shall be concealed from me. I must start with at least the knowledge that my principal possesses."
"I've told everything to the coroner. If I'm not mistaken, you've heard the testimony." She spoke with dignity, almost with hostility, in her voice.
"I heard the testimony," he said, "but are you sure you've told everything? There's sometimes things that we know which aren't facts—that is, not facts as the term is understood when one is giving testimony."
"For instance?"
"You have impressions of what led up to this tragedy." There was nothing of question in his
