The coroner commenced immediately with the subject of the quarrel with his father on the night before the murder, and Radnor answered all the questions frankly and openly. He made no attempt to gloss over any of the details. What put the matter in a peculiarly bad light, was the fact that the cause of the quarrel had been over a question of money. Rad had requested his father to settle a definite amount on him so that he would be independent in the future, and his father had refused. They had lost their tempers and had gone further than usual; in telling the story Radnor openly took the blame upon himself where, in several instances, I strongly suspected that it should have been laid at the door of the Colonel. But in spite of the fact that the story revealed a pitiable state of affairs as between father and son, his frankness in assuming the responsibility won for him more sympathy than had been shown since the murder. "How did the clock get broken?" the coroner asked. "My father knocked it off the mantelpiece onto the floor." "He did not throw it at you as Solomon surmised?" Radnor raised his head with a glint of anger. "It fell on the floor and broke." "Have you often had quarrels with your father?" "Occasionally. He had a quick temper and always wished his own way, and I was not so patient with him as I should have been." "What did you quarrel about?" "Different things." "What, for instance?" "Sometimes because he thought I spent too much money, sometimes over a question of managing the estate; occasionally because he had heard gossip about me." "What do you mean by 'gossip'?" "Stories that I'd been gambling or drinking too much." "Were the stories true?" "They were always exaggerated." "And this quarrel the night before his death was more serious than usual?" "Possibly--yes." "You did not speak to each other at the breakfast table?" "No." Radnor's face was set in strained lines; it was evident that this was a very painful subject. "Did you have any conversation later?" "Only a few words." "Please repeat what was said." Radnor appeared to hesitate and then replied a trifle wearily that he did not remember the exact words; that it was merely a recapitulation of what had been said the night before. Upon being urged to give the gist of the conversation he replied that his father had wished to make up their quarrel, but on the old basis, and he had refused. The Colonel had repeated that he was still too young a man to give over his affairs into the hands of another,--that he had a good many years before him in which he intended to be his own master. Radnor had replied that he was too old a man to be treated any longer as a boy, and that he would go away and work where he would be paid for what he did. "And may I ask," the coroner inquired placidly, "whether you had any particular work in mind when you made that statement, or was it merely a figure of rhetoric calculated to bring Colonel Gaylord to terms?"