Mary Raymond Shipman Andrews, The Lifted Bandage
“ The young man, watching the face, bent forward and gripped his other hand on the unresponsive one in his clasp. "Uncle," he asked, "will it make things worse if I talk to you?" "No, Dick." Nothing made a difference, it seemed. Silence or words must simply fall without effect on the rock bottom of despair. The young man halted, as if dismayed, before this overpowering inertia of hopelessness; he drew a quick breath. "A coroner's jury isn't infallible. I don't believe it of Jack—a lot of people don't believe it," he said. ”
