evening of the twenty-third. He had dined at the City Club, and had
left there after dinner to go to his apartment. To a club member
dining with him he had mentioned an appointment at his rooms with a
lady.

A rustling wave of excitement swept the benches. Those who had come to
seek sensations had found their first thrill. Kirby drew in his breath
sharply. He leaned forward, not to miss a word.

"Did he mention the name of the lady, Mr. Blanton?" asked the coroner,
washing the backs of his hands with the palms.

"No."

"Or his business with her?"

"No. But he seemed to be annoyed." Mr. Blanton also seemed to be
annoyed. He had considered not mentioning this appointment, but his
conscience would not let him hide it. None the less he resented the
need of giving the public more scandal about a fellow club member who
was dead. He added an explanation. "My feeling was that it was some
business matter being forced on him. He had been at Colorado Springs
during the day and probably had been unable to see the lady earlier."

"Did he say so?"

"No-o, not exactly."

"What did he say to give you that impression?"