“Yes.”
“Tell the jury what was in it.”
“Bandages, dressings, a hypodermic syringe and certain drugs, including a tube of morphine hydrochloride.”
“For what purpose was it there?”
“One of the cases in the village had to have hypodermic injections of morphia morning and evening.”
“What were the contents of the tube?”
“There were twenty tablets, each containing half grain morphine hydrochloride.”
“What did you do with your attaché case?”
“I laid it down in the hall.”
“That was on the evening of the 28th. When did you next have occasion to look in the case?”
“The following morning about nine o’clock, just as I was preparing to leave the house.”
“Was anything missing?”
“The tube of morphine was missing.”
“Did you mention this loss?”
“I spoke of it to Nurse O’Brien, the nurse in charge of the patient.”
“This case was lying in the hall, where people were in the habit of passing to and fro?”
“Yes.”
Sir Samuel paused. Then he said:
“You knew the dead girl Mary Gerrard intimately?”
“Yes.”
“What was your opinion of her?”
“She was a very sweet girl—and a good girl.”
“Was she of a happy disposition?”
“Very happy.”
“She had no troubles that you know of?”
“No.”
“At the time of her death was there anything whatever to worry her or make her unhappy about the future?”
“Nothing.”
“She would have had no reason to have taken her own life?”
“No reason at all.”