As he spoke the door opened and the six men, led by the morgue master, filed into the room and took their places, and the low hum of conversation died away as the coroner, stepping to the platform, stated briefly the reason for the inquest, and summoned Dr. Hall, of the Emergency Hospital, to the witness chair. He was quickly sworn by the morgue master, and in response to the coroner's question, stated that he had reached the Whitney residence shortly after eight o'clock Wednesday morning in answer to a telephone call. "Tell the jury what you found on your arrival," directed the coroner. "I was shown upstairs by the butler, whose incoherent remarks led me to suppose that someone was ill in the elevator. On entering it I found Mr. Spencer, whom I knew slightly, lying there dead." "Did you make a thorough examination?" "Only enough to prove that life was extinct. The butler informed me that my services were needed by Miss Whitney, and I went at once to her." "In what condition did you find her?" "Hysterical. To quiet her, I finally administered an opiate, and sent for a trained nurse." "Did you consider her case dangerous?" "No, but she was completely unstrung; her nervous system had undergone a severe shock, and I feared for her mental condition if not given immediate relief and complete rest." "Have you seen her today?" "Yes, this morning." "How was she?" "Much improved." "Did Miss Whitney speak to you of Mr. Spencer?" "She did not." "Did you question her on the subject of the mystery surrounding Mr. Spencer's death?" "I did not. In her condition I judged it a topic to be avoided. I also cautioned her parents not to discuss it with her unless she voluntarily alluded to it." "How long had Spencer been dead, Doctor, when you saw him?" "I cannot answer positively, as I did not make a thorough examination, but judging from appearances, I should say he had been dead at least four hours." Miller shot a triumphant look at Foster, then turned his attention to the coroner, who was scanning his notebook. "I think that is all, Doctor," he announced, "you are excused." There was a slight pause, and the deputy coroner, who had been taking the testimony, laid down his pen and gently massaged his hand. The next instant at the coroner's direction, the morgue master ushered in Detective Mitchell. The detective, after being duly sworn, told his full name and length of service in the District force, and briefly described his arrival at the Whitney residence. "You examined the body in the elevator?" questioned the coroner. "Yes, Doctor." "Was Mr. Spencer dressed?" "Yes, sir, except for coat, waistcoat, collar, and shoes." "Are these the clothes he had on at the time of his death?" The coroner pointed to a pile of wearing apparel lying on the desk. "Yes, Doctor." "Did you search for the weapon with which Mr. Spencer's throat was gashed?"