"Yes? And what time did the flowers arrive?"

"While Miss Lloyd was at dinner, sir. I took them from the box
and put them in water, sir."

"And what sort of flowers were they?"

"Yellow roses, sir."

"That will do, Elsa. You are excused."

The girl looked bewildered, and a little embarrassed as she
returned to her place among the other servants, and Miss Lloyd
looked a little bewildered also.

But then, for that matter, no body understood the reason for the
questions about the flowers, and though most of the jury merely
looked preternaturally wise on the subject, Mr. Orville scribbled
it all down in his little book. I was now glad to see the man
keep up his indefatigable note-taking. If the reporters or
stenographers missed any points, I could surely get them from
him.

But from the industry with which he wrote, I began to think he
must be composing an elaborate thesis on yellow roses and their
habits.

Mr. Porter, looking greatly puzzled, observed to the coroner, "I
have listened to your inquiries with interest; and I would like