as are
essential in the preparation of a case, in order that no legal
technicality may be neglected. But as it is manifest that I cannot, in
the scope of this narration, give you a full account of the trial, I
shall confine myself to compiling from the records just so much of the
evidence as shall seem to me likely to attract your interest, and to
be necessary to a full comprehension of the Doctor's position, and
relation to this supposed crime.

The first important witness, then, was Dr. Meredith, the physician who
had aroused suspicion by reporting to the Board of Health that the
girl had, in his opinion, died of opium narcosis. It was apparent,
when he took the stand, that he was extremely nervous, and disliked
exceedingly the position in which he found himself. Indeed it is a
very trying predicament for a physician to be called upon to testify
in a court of law, unless he is not only an expert in his profession,
but also an expert witness. He finds himself confronted by an array of
medical and legal experts, all conspiring to disprove his assertions,
and to show how little his knowledge is worth. Generally, he has
little to gain, whereas he may lose much in the estimation of his
patrons by being made to appear ridiculous on the stand.

After taking the oath, Dr. Meredith sat with his eyes upon the floor
until Mr. Munson began to question him. Then he looked straight at the
lawyer, as though upon him he relied for protection.

"You attended Miss Mabel Sloane in her last illness, I believe?" began
Mr. Munson.

"I did."

"How were you called in to the case?"

"I was called in consultation by Dr. Fisher."

"You were sent for by Dr. Fisher! Then I am to understand that you and
he were good friends?"

"The best of friends."

"And are so still?"

"I think so. Yes."

"And Dr. Medjora. Did you know him before your connection with this
case?"

"Only slightly."

"Were you present when Miss Sloane died?"

"I was present for half an hour before she died."

"Exactly! And you remained with her until she was actually dead?"

"Yes, sir. I saw her die."

"Of what did she die?"

"I object!" cried Mr. Bliss, springing to his feet and interrupting
the prosecution for the first time.

"State your objection," said the Recorder, tersely.

"Your Honor," began Mr. Bliss, "I object to the form of the question.
The whole point at issue is contained in it, and I contend that this
witness is not qualified to answer.