"So it would seem."
"Did you not think of that later and go back for it?"
Radnor snapped out his answer. "No, I didn't think anything about the coat."
"Are you in the habit of leaving young ladies' coats about in that off-hand way?"
A titter ran about the room, and Rad did not deign to notice this question.
I was indignant that the boy should be made to face such an ordeal.
This was not a regular trial and the coroner had no right to be more obnoxious than his calling required.
There was a glint of anger in Radnor's eyes; and I was uneasily aware that he no longer cared what impression he made.
His answers to the rest of the questions were as short as the English language permitted.
"What did you do after leaving the cave?"
"Went home."
"Please go into more detail.
What did you do immediately after leaving the cave?"
"Strolled through the woods."
"For how long?"
"I don't know."
"How long do you think?"
"Possibly half an hour."
"Then what did you do?"
"Returned to the hotel, ordered my horse and rode home."
"Why did you not wait for the rest of the party?"
"Didn't feel like it."
The question was repeated in several ways, but Radnor stubbornly refused to discuss the matter.
He had promised me, the last thing before coming to the hearing, that he would clear up the suspicious points in regard to his conduct on the day of the crime.
I took him in hand myself, but I could get nothing more from him than the coroner had elicited.
For some reason he had veered completely, and his manner warned me not to push the matter.
I took my seat and the questioning continued.
"Mr. Gaylord," said the coroner, severely, "you have heard the evidence respecting your peculiar behavior when you returned to the hotel.
Three witnesses have stated that you were in an unnaturally perturbed condition.
Is this true?"
Radnor supposed it must be true.
He did not wish to question the gentlemen's veracity.
He did not remember himself what he had done, but there seemed to be plenty of witnesses who did remember.
"Can you give any reasons for your strange conduct?"
"I have told you several times already that I can not.
I did not feel well, and that is all there was to it."
A low murmur of incredulity ran around the room.
It was evident to everyone that he was holding something back, and I could see that he was fast losing the sympathy he had gained in the beginning.
I myself was at a loss to account for his behavior; as I was absolutely in the dark, however, I could do nothing but let matters take their course.
Radnor was excused with this, and the next half hour was spent in a consideration of the foot-prints that were found in the clay path at the scene of the murder.
The marks of Cat-Eye Mose were admitted immediately, but the others occasioned considerable discussion.
Facsimiles of the prints were produced and compared with the riding boots which the Colonel and Radnor had worn at the time.
The Colonel's print was unmistakable, but I myself did not think that the alleged print of Radnor's boot tallied very perfectly with the boot itself.
The jury seemed satisfied however, and Radnor was called upon for an explanation.
His only conjecture was that it was the print he had left when he passed over the path on his way to the entrance.
The print was not in the path, he was informed; it was in the wet clay on the edge of the precipice.
Radnor shrugged.
In that case it could not be the print of his boot.
He had kept to the path.
In regard to the match box he was equally unsatisfactory.