Q. “Mr. Donovan, you were on duty, were you not, on the night Mr. Ballau met his death?” A. “Yes, sir; I was that.” Q. “Were you acquainted with the dead man?” A. “Indeed, when he was alive I was well acquainted with him. I’d known Mr. Ballau for years, and a very fine man he was.” Q. “Did you know most of the people who came to visit Mr. Ballau?” A. “I did that. I knew most of them.” Q. “Between the hours of seven and ten-thirty on the night Mr. Ballau was found dead, do you know who came into the building?” A. “Well, now, I remember there was some of the residents came in.” Q. “I mean, did you notice any strangers enter or any people you knew to be friends of Mr. Ballau?” A. “No, sir. There was only Miss Ballau and the gentleman, Mr. De Medici, your honor.” Q. “Did you see Miss Ballau come in?” A. “That’s what I’m saying, sir. There was the young lady and....” Q. “What time was it when Miss Ballau entered the building?” A. “To tell the truth, sir, I didn’t notice exactly. My watch had stopped the day before and I had it at the repairer’s....” Q. “Can you tell approximately what time it was?” A. “Well, it was after being middlin’ late. Around ten o’clock, I should say, or thereafter somewhat.” Q. “Did you pay any attention to Miss Ballau when she came in?” A. “No, I wasn’t very attentive, your honor. I was only for noticing it was her and that’s all.” Q. “Did you see a man with a black beard enter the apartment that night?” A. “I did not. I don’t remember if there was.” Q. “Did you know any man with a black beard who ever called on Mr. Ballau?” A. “Well, now, there was Dr. Lytton, who used to come often, and he had a black beard, but he got rid of it a month ago.” Q. “He got rid of it. In what way?” A. “By shaving, your honor, I presume. Leastways I was hardly for recognizing him when he came around without it.” Q. “Do you see Dr. Lytton in the room, Donovan?” A short, thick-set, bull-necked man with a glistening bald head stood up near the wall. A. “There’s the gentleman himself, your honor.” Coroner Holbein regarded the standing man. “Thank you, Dr. Lytton,” he said. Q. “Did you see Dr. Lytton the night Mr. Ballau was found dead, the night of April 10th?” A. “No, sir, I did not.” Q. “Did you see Mr. De Medici come in that night?” A. “I don’t recall, to be exact, your honor. I remember I heard the young lady screaming and that it was Mr. De Medici holding her in his arms and telling me to call the police.” “That will be all, thank you,” the coroner nodded. De Medici’s eyes narrowed and a derisive smile passed over his wide, thin mouth. He had followed the questions and answers with rigid attentiveness.