"I can see what a strain this is for you," said the coroner kindly; "and I'll spare you as much as I can. Now, after Miss Holladay entered the inner office, how long did she remain there?" "About ten minutes, I should say; not longer than that, certainly." "Did you hear any sound of conversation, or any unusual noise of any kind?" "No, sir. It would have been a very unusual noise to be audible. Mr. Holladay's office has heavy walls and a double door which completely shut off all sounds from within." "Miss Holladay then came out?" "Yes, sir." "And walked past you?" "Yes, sir; walked past me rapidly." "Did you not think that peculiar?" "Why, sir, she didn't often stop to speak to me. I was busy and so thought nothing particularly about it." "Did you notice her face? Did she seem perturbed?" "No, sir; I didn't notice. I just glanced up and bowed. In fact, I didn't see her face at all, for she had lowered her veil." "Her veil!" repeated the coroner. "You hadn't mentioned that she wore a veil." "No, sir; when she came into the office she had lifted it up over her hat-brim--you know how women do." "Yes--so you saw her face distinctly when she entered?" "Yes, sir." "But when she went out, she had lowered her veil. Was it a heavy one?" "Why, sir," the witness hesitated, "just an ordinary veil, I should say." "But still heavy enough to conceal her face?" "Oh, yes, sir." The coroner nodded. "Now, Mr. Rogers, how long a time elapsed after the departure of the woman before you went back into the inner office?" "Not more than three or four minutes. I thought perhaps Mr. Holladay was getting ready to accompany his daughter, and I didn't wish to detain him." "And you found him, as you say, lying forward across his desk with a knife in his throat and the blood spurting out. Did you recognize the knife?" "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 passed 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?"