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"The only marks I found were two scratches on the right arm of Mrs.
Langmore, right above the wrist, and a scratch on Mr. Langmore's left
cheek."
"Finger nail scratches?"
"Possibly, or else they may have been made by a ring or bracelet--if
there was a struggle."
"Hum! Have you anything else to tell, doctor?"
"I have not. I am willing to tell all I know."
There was another pause, as the young physician stepped back. The
coroner was about to call one of the women set to guard Margaret and
the Langmore mansion, when he suddenly turned.
"Miss Langmore, you will please take the stand again," he said, and the
girl did so, throwing aside her veil. "Are you in the habit of wearing
finger rings and bracelets?"
It was a leading question and several gasped as they heard it. Raymond
started to rise up, but then sank back again.
"I do not wear bracelets," answered Margaret. "I have two rings."
"What kind of rings are they?"
"One is a plain gold band. It was my mother's wedding ring." The
girl's voice sank low suddenly. "The other is a diamond ring, as you
can see," and she held up her hand.
"Will you let me have the diamond ring?"
"Yes, sir." She took it off. "But please be careful of it, for it--it
is very precious to me."
The coroner nodded. "That is all just now," and as Margaret let fall
the veil again, he called Doctor Bardon to his side. A whispered
conversation ensued, and the young physician left with the precious
circlet--Margaret's engagement ring--in an envelope.
"Margaret, you should not have let him have that ring," whispered
Raymond.
"How could I help it?" was the low answer. "Oh, this is terrible! I
feel as if everybody was trying to look me through and through!"
"I can't understand why Mr. Adams is not here," went on the young man.
"Perhaps he has found some important clew and is following it up," he
added hopefully.
"They are bound to convict me, Raymond! Isn't it horrible?"
"They shall never do it, never!" cried the young man. And then a sharp
rapping on the desk terminated the brief conversation and restored
quietness to the little courtroom.
CHAPTER XIII
THE WEIGHT OF EVIDENCE
The next witness called was Mrs. Morse, who told briefly how she had
been placed in charge of the upper part of the Langmore mansion shortly
after the tragedy, and how she had been watching Margaret. She said
the girl had had only a few visitors, mentioning Raymond Case and a
stranger from New York.
"Who was the stranger?" asked Coroner Busby.
"A Mr. Adams. He's either a lawyer or a detective."
"Oh!"
"I brought Mr. Adams to see Miss Langmore," put in Raymond. "Wasn't
that all right?"
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