Ferrars, sitting a little in the rear of the coroner, slipped into his palm a small card closely written upon both sides. Upon one side was written, "Use these as random shots."
And when she spoke of the man whom she had seen going into the wood near the mound, the doctor interposed his first question.
"Can you describe the person at all? His dress, his bearing?"
"Not distinctly," she replied. "He was going from me and his face, of course, I could not see. In fact, as I have before stated, my pony was fresh, and required my attention. Besides, there was really no reason why I should look a second time at the back of a strange person whom I passed at some little distance. As I seem to recall the figure now, it was that of a rather tall, fair-haired man. I can say no more."
"And at what hour was this?"
"It must have been nearing eight o'clock, I fancy, although being out for pleasure I took little notice of the hour."
No further interruptions were made until she had finished the story of the morning's experience, of her meeting with Doran and the others, of the drive to the village, and of her message to Miss Grant.
"Did you know Miss Grant?"
"Only as I had seen her at church, and upon the street
