@page { margin-bottom: 5.000000pt; margin-top: 5.000000pt; } “There was—and is still—a young fellow here named Revell who took an interest in the case—I told him.”“But no one else?”“No.”“Why not?”“I—I didn’t want to be—personally—connected with the affair at all. I—I hate inquests and law-courts and all that sort of thing.”Guthrie’s face, already hard, appeared to harden. Slowly his cross-examination was becoming keener and more hostile. “Now let’s turn to another aspect of the matter. What were your relations with the boy?”“With Marshall? I had hardly any at all. I didn’t tutor him in anything.”“I know enough of public-school life to know how little that may count. You were both in School House—you must have been fairly often in contact. How did you get on together?”“Fairly well, I think.”“Wasn’t there some kind of trouble at the beginning of this Term?”“There was a bit of an incident—I should hardly call it ‘trouble’.”“Never mind what you’d call it—we’re not here to split hairs. Do you feel inclined to give us your version of the incident or the trouble or whatever name you think it ought to have?”“It was really quite a trifling matter. The boy had been speaking of me—rather openly—in a way that tended to undermine my discipline.”“And you lost your temper with him?”“I’m afraid I did.”“You threatened him?”“I—I may have done. I lost my temper—and—and when I do that I—I—probably—say things I don’t mean.”“Now, Mr.
