Part 3 (1/2)

”Yes, sir. It was his knife--a knife he kept lying on his desk to sharpen pencils with and erase and so on.”

”Sharp, was it?”

”It had one long blade, very sharp, sir.”

The coroner picked up a knife that was lying on the desk before him.

”Is this the knife?” he asked.

Rogers looked at it carefully.

”That's the knife, sir,” he said, and it was pa.s.sed to the jury. When they had finished with it, Mr. Royce and I examined it. It was an ordinary one-bladed erasing knife with ivory handle. It was open, the blade being about two inches and a half in length, and, as I soon convinced myself, very sharp indeed.

”Will you describe Mr. Holladay's position?” continued the coroner.

”He was lying forward on the desk, with his arms outstretched and his head to one side.”

”And there was a great deal of blood?”

”Oh, a great deal! Someone, apparently, had attempted to check it, for a little distance away there was a handkerchief soaked in blood.”

The coroner picked up a handkerchief and handed it to the witness.

”Is that the handkerchief?” he asked.

”Yes, sir,” said Rogers, after a moment.

”Is it a man's or a woman's handkerchief?”

”Oh, a woman's undoubtedly.”

The jury examined it and so did we. It was a small square of fine cambric with no mark that I could see, soaked through and through with blood--unquestionably a woman's handkerchief. Then Rogers told the rest of the story--how he had summoned aid and informed the police.

”Now, Mr. Rogers,” said the coroner, when he had finished, ”there is one point more. Has there been anything in your knowledge of Mr.

Holladay or his business to suggest the idea of suicide?”

The witness shook his head decidedly.

”Nothing whatever, sir,” he said positively. ”His business was prospering; he was happy and contented--why, he was planning for a trip abroad with his daughter.”

”Let us suppose for a moment,” continued Goldberg, ”that he did actually stab himself in his daughter's presence; what would you naturally expect her to do?”

”I should expect her to give the alarm--to summon aid,” replied Rogers.

”Certainly--unquestionably,” and Goldberg nodded to my chief. ”I turn the witness over to you, Mr. Royce,” he said.

”Now, Mr. Rogers,” began our junior impressively, ”you know, of course, that this whole case hinges, at present, on your identification of the woman who, presumably, was in Mr. Holladay's office when he was stabbed. I want to be very sure of that identification. Will you tell me how she was dressed?”

The witness paused for a moment's thought.