were wearing a coat with an Astrakhan collar?" Mr. Lunt could not say—he had such a coat—he did often wear it. "Very well. And, as you were saying, you have had quarrels with your brother about the policy of the firm?"
"Not quarrels, no," Mr. Lunt protested eagerly, and struggled to explain them away.
"On the day after the murder you had a large scratch on your forehead which was not there before the murder?" Mr. Lunt could not remember the scratch. Anybody might have a scratch. He was let go. And the jury looked at each other.
After lunch, first witness for the defence, came Lady Lunt to say that the scheme to trick Cranford had been Victor's, and that on many subjects there were bitter quarrels between Victor and Albert. Radnor Hall corroborated. Reggie followed, and brought the crisis of the battle.
Mr. Fortune, eminent in his profession, had examined the body. Clutched in the left hand were some black tufts—fragments of Astrakhan. When he visited the scene of the crime he had found on the brambles close by other tufts of Astrakhan. He had traced recent footprints which corresponded exactly to the size of a pair of Mr. Albert Lunt's boots. He produced measurements and casts. In the depths of one of the neighbouring coverts he had found a Smith-Southron •38 magazine pistol, from which three shots had been fired. And a vigorous
