Mr. Stone, who had manifestly given his evidence under compulsion, looked relieved at its termination. As he passed back to the room from which he had come, many only noticed the extreme elegance of his form and the proud cast of his head, but I saw more than these. I saw the look of regret he cast at his friend Howard. A painful silence followed his withdrawal, then the Coroner spoke to the jury: "Gentlemen, I leave you to judge of the importance of this testimony. Mr. Stone is a well-known man of unquestionable integrity, but perhaps Mr. Van Burnam can explain how he came to visit his father's house at four o'clock in the morning on that memorable night, when according to his latest testimony he left his wife there at twelve. We will give him the opportunity." "There is no use," began the young man from the place where he sat. But gathering courage even while speaking, he came rapidly forward, and facing Coroner and jury once more, said with a false kind of energy that imposed upon no one: "I can explain this fact, but I doubt if you will accept my explanation. I was at my father's house at that hour, but not in it. My restlessness drove me back to my wife, but not finding the keys in my pocket, I came down the stoop again and went away." "Ah, I see now why you prevaricated this morning in regard to the time when you missed those keys." "I know that my testimony is full of contradictions." "You feared to have it known that you were on the stoop of your father's house for the second time that night?" "Naturally, in face of the suspicion I perceived everywhere about me." "And this time you did not go in?" "No." "Nor ring the bell?" "No." "Why not, if you left your wife within, alive and well?" "I did not wish to disturb her. My purpose was not strong enough to surmount the least difficulty. I was easily deterred from going where I had little wish to be." "So that you merely went up the stoop and down again at the time Mr. Stone saw you?" "Yes, and if he had passed a minute sooner he would have seen this: seen me go up, I mean, as well as seen me come down. I did not linger long in the doorway." "But you did linger there a moment?" "Yes; long enough to hunt for the keys and get over my astonishment at not finding them." "Did you notice Mr. Stone going by on Twenty-first Street?" "No." "Was it as light as Mr. Stone has said?" "Yes, it was light." "And you did not notice him?" "No." "Yet you must have followed very closely behind him?" "Not necessarily. I went by the way of Twentieth Street, sir. Why, I do not know, for my rooms are uptown. I do not know why I did half the things I did that night." "I can readily believe it," remarked the Coroner. Mr. Van Burnam's indignation rose.