The Coroner paled ever so slightly at this suggestion, but he had no objection to offer: so Bothwell Grahame was asked to come up to the table, and kiss the Book, which he did with a somewhat bewildered air, as if the thing came upon him as an unpleasant surprise. "You were in the train that evening, I believe, Mr. Grahame," said Distin. "I was." "Were you alone, in a compartment, or in company with other passengers?" "I had a third-class compartment to myself." "And you saw this girl fall?" "I saw her fall--but as I saw just a little less than Dr. Menheniot and the guard saw, I don't see the good of my being questioned," answered Bothwell, with rather a sullen air. "I beg your pardon," returned Mr. Distin suavely, "every witness sees an event from a different point of view. You may have noticed something which escaped the two witnesses we have just heard." "I noticed nothing more than you have been told by these two, and I saw less than they saw. I did not look out of the window till I heard the girl's shriek, and I saw her in the act of falling." "Good. But you may have observed this solitary girl--a foreigner, and therefore more noticeable--on the platform at Plymouth. You were on the platform at Plymouth, you know." "I was. But I did not see the girl at the station." "Strange that she should have escaped your observation, although the porter who was busy with his duties had time to notice her," said Mr. Distin. "Would it surprise you to hear that during the four or five minutes I spent in the station before the train started I was standing at the bookstall buying papers, with my back to the platform?" "That would account for your not having seen this noticeable young stranger. You were in Plymouth for several hours, I believe, Mr. Grahame?" "I was; but upon my word I don't see what hearing that fact can have upon this inquiry." "Perhaps not. Still, you will not object to tell us what you were doing in Plymouth--how you disposed of your time there." This question evidently troubled Bothwell, simple as it was, and easy as it ought to have been to answer. "I played a game at billiards at the Duke of Cornwall," he said. "I am sure you are too good a player for that to occupy more than half an hour," said Mr. Distin, with his silky air, as if he were employed in a very pleasant business, and were bent upon being as cheery as possible. "I had to wait for the table." "Come now, Mr. Grahame, you need not be mysterious about so simple a matter," exclaimed Mr. Distin. "You don't mean to tell us that you went to Plymouth by the 12.15 train"--he had ascertained this fact before the inquiry began--"and spent the whole of the day there, in order to play a game at billiards in a public billiard-room. You must have had other business in Plymouth." "Certainly. I had other business there." "Will you kindly tell us what that business was?"