Colonel, you
are excused."
McIntyre bowed gravely to him and as he left the platform came face
to face with his family physician, Dr. Stone.
Penfield, who was an old acquaintance of the physician's, signed to
him to come on the platform. After the preliminaries had been gone
through, he shifted his chair around, the better to face Stone.
"Did you accompany the Misses McIntyre to the police court on
Tuesday morning?" he asked.
"I did," responded the physician, "at Miss Barbara's request. She
said her sister was not very well and they disliked going alone to
the police court."
"Did she state why she did not ask her father to go with them?"
"Only that he had not fully recovered from an attack of tonsilitis,
which I knew to be a fact, and they did not want him to over-tax
his strength."
There was a moment's pause as the coroner, his attention diverted
by a whispered word or two from the morgue master, referred to his
notes before resuming his examination.
"Did you know James Turnbull?" he asked a second later.
"Yes, slightly.
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