At this point Philip Crawford rose.

“It is impossible,” he said, “not to see whither these questions are tending.  But you are on the wrong tack, Mr. Coroner.  No matter how evidence may seem to point toward Florence Lloyd’s association with this crime, it is only seeming.  That gold bag might have been hers and it might not.  But if she says it isn’t, why, then it isn’t!  Notwithstanding the state of affairs between my brother and his niece, there is not the shadow of a possibility that the young woman is implicated in the slightest degree, and the sooner you leave her name out of consideration, and turn your search into other channels, the sooner you will find the real criminal.”

It was not so much the words of Philip Crawford, as the sincere way in which they were spoken, that impressed me.  Surely he was right; surely this beautiful girl was neither principal nor accessory in the awful crime which, by a strange coincidence, gave to her her fortune and her lover.

“Mr. Crawford’s right,” said Lemuel Porter.  “If this jury allows itself to be misled by a gold purse and two petals of a yellow rose, we are unworthy to sit on this case.  Why, Mr. Coroner, the long French windows in the office were open, or, at least, unfastened all through the night.  We have that from the butler’s testimony.  He didn’t lock them last night; they were found unlocked this morning.  Therefore, I hold that an intruder, either man or woman, may have come in during the night, accomplished the fatal deed, and departed without any one being the wiser.  That this intruder was a woman, is evidenced by the bag she left behind her.  For, as Mr. Crawford has said, if Miss Lloyd denies the ownership of that bag, it is not hers.”

After all, these declarations were proof, of a sort.  If Mr. Porter and Mr. Philip Crawford, who had known Florence Lloyd for years, spoke thus positively of her innocence, it could not be doubted.

And then the voice of Parmalee again sounded in my ears.

“Of course Mr. Porter and Mr. Crawford would stand up for Miss Lloyd; it would be strange if they didn’t.  And of course, Mrs. Pierce will do all she can to divert suspicion.  But the evidences are against her.”

“They only seem to be,” I corrected.  “Until we prove the gold bag and the yellow rose to be hers; there is no evidence against her at all.”

“She also had motive and opportunity.  Those two points are of quite as much importance as evidence.”

“She had motive and opportunity,” I agreed, “but they were not exclusive.  As Mr. Porter pointed out, the open windows gave opportunity that was world wide; and as to motive, how are we to know who had or who hadn’t it.”

“You’re right, I suppose.  Perhaps I am too positive of Miss Lloyd’s implication in the matter, but I’m quite willing to be convinced to the contrary.”

The remarks of Mr. Parmalee were of course not audible to any one save myself.  But the speeches which had been made by Mr. Crawford and Mr. Porter, and which, strange to say, amounted to an arraignment and a vindication almost in the same breath, had a decided effect upon the assembly.