So I sat silent until the
members of the jury filed back into their places.
"Have you reached a verdict, gentlemen?" the coroner asked, after his
clerk had polled them.
"Yes, Your Honour," the foreman answered.
"What is the verdict?"
The foreman held out a folded paper to the clerk, who took it, opened
it, and read:
"We, the jury in the inquest held this thirteenth day of June, 1908,
into the death of one Worthington Vaughan, residing in the Borough of
the Bronx, City of New York, do find that the deceased came to his
death by strangulation at the hands of one Frederic Swain."
There was an instant's silence, and then Goldberger turned to the jury.
"Is this your verdict, gentlemen?" he asked quietly; and each juryman
replied in the affirmative as his name was called. "I thank you for
your services," Goldberger added, directed his clerk to give them
their vouchers on the city treasurer, and dismissed them.
Simmonds and the assistant district attorney came toward us, and I
arose to meet them. Swain got up, also, and when I glanced at him I
saw that he was smiling.
"I don't know whether you have met Mr. Blake, Mr.
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