CHAPTER FIVEBertie Everton was called.
The Coroner:—“You are Bertram Everton?”
Bertram Everton:—“Oh yes, certainly.”
The Coroner:—“You are a nephew of the deceased?”
Bertram Everton:—“Oh yes.”
The Coroner:—“When did you see him last?”
Bertram Everton:—“Well, you know, I dined with him the very night before it happened. Most extraordinary thing, you know, because we weren’t in the way of seeing one another what you might call constantly. But there it is——”
The Coroner:—“Do you mean that you were not on good terms with your uncle?”
Bertram Everton:—“Oh well, I don’t know that I should go so far as that, you know. Just happier apart and all that sort of thing.”
The Coroner:—“Was there any quarrel between you?”
Bertram Everton:—“Not at all. I don’t quarrel with people, you know.”
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