"I believe, Miss Stanton, that you reside with Mrs. Bunce?" The answer was in the affirmative. "And have you any knowledge of the finding of that ulster?" "I understand from Mrs. Bunce that it was found in her hallway, though I did not see it there till later in the morning, and I do not know how it came there," was the answer. "Did you ever see it before or have you any knowledge of its owner?" "Yes," she said, "I have seen it a number of times when worn by Mr. Arthur White." "Then you knew Mr. White," Dalton asked. "Yes, I have known him for about a year"; and the questions and answers continued in rapid succession: "Was he a particular friend of yours?" "He was." "Was he in the habit of visiting you and sometimes in the evening, rather late, perhaps?" "He was." "As late as one o'clock?" "Yes, sometimes, not often." "Did Mr. White have a latch-key to the house?" "He did." "Had you seen him on the evening or night before the ulster was found?" "I had not, nor for a couple of days." "Have you any knowledge of Mr. White or of any one else having been at your house late that night or any knowledge of how the ulster came there?" "I have not." "It was through you, was it not, that its discovery was reported to the police?" "It was; I heard of Mr. White's death, and considered it my duty to have so curious a coincidence reported." "Thank you, Miss Stanton. I think that is all; we won't trouble you any longer," Dalton concluded. The witness smiled her thanks brightly to her interrogator as she left the stand, but I thought she seemed troubled and somewhat sad too in spite of her apparent indifference. As she rejoined her companion she replaced her veil and, turning her back to the room, stood looking pensively out of the window. The Inspector evidently considered that he had exhausted the witness, but I was far from satisfied and I meant sometime to see more of Miss Stanton; I felt that through her might yet be found a clue that would explain the presence of the ulster in that house. Miss Stanton was succeeded on the stand by a flashy-looking man of the gambler type who gave his name as James Smith, and his occupation as dealer at a faro lay-out on Sixth Avenue near Twenty-seventh Street. He was asked if he had charge of the game on the previous Monday night and said he had. The Inspector then handed him a fifty-dollar bill and asked if he had seen it before and, if so, under what circumstances. Smith carefully examined the bill, reading off it the name of the bank--the American National--and the number. He then answered that he had given that same bill the previous night to the Inspector, who had come to his place to get it.