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"
It
did
not
need
that
.
The
dress
told
who
it
was
--
too
truly
.
"
"
What
dress
?
"
"
The
striped
blanket
covering
his
shoulders
and
the
hat
upon
his
head
.
They
were
my
own
.
But
for
the
exchange
we
had
made
,
I
might
have
fancied
it
was
myself
.
It
was
Henry
Poindexter
.
"
A
groan
is
again
heard
--
rising
above
the
hum
of
the
excited
hearers
.
"
Proceed
,
sir
!
"
directs
the
examining
counsel
.
"
State
what
other
circumstances
came
under
your
observation
.
"
"
On
touching
the
body
,
I
found
it
cold
and
stiff
.
I
could
see
that
it
had
been
dead
for
some
length
of
time
.
The
blood
was
frozen
nearly
dry
;
and
had
turned
black
.
At
least
,
so
it
appeared
in
the
grey
light
:
for
the
sun
was
not
yet
up
.
"
I
might
have
mistaken
the
cause
of
death
,
and
supposed
it
to
have
been
by
the
beheading
.
But
,
remembering
the
shot
I
had
heard
in
the
night
,
it
occurred
to
me
that
another
wound
would
be
found
somewhere
--
in
addition
to
that
made
by
the
knife
.
"
It
proved
that
I
was
right
.
On
turning
the
body
breast
upward
,
I
perceived
a
hole
in
the
serapé
;
that
all
around
the
place
was
saturated
with
blood
.
"
On
lifting
it
up
,
and
looking
underneath
,
I
saw
a
livid
spot
just
over
the
breast-bone
.
I
could
tell
that
a
bullet
had
entered
there
;
and
as
there
was
no
corresponding
wound
at
the
back
,
I
knew
it
must
be
still
inside
the
body
.
"
"
In
your
opinion
,
was
the
shot
sufficient
to
have
caused
death
,
without
the
mutilation
that
,
you
think
,
must
have
been
done
afterwards
?
"
