“Are there any other means of ingress to the house of which you have charge than the street door?” “Yes, sir; the basement-door and the scuttle-door in the roof.” “What was their condition on the night of the 12th of July?” “They were locked and bolted.” “What was their condition on the morning of the 13th?” “At six o’clock when I opened the house they were still locked and bolted.” “Meantime could they have been unlocked?” “No, because I carried the keys in my pocket.” “Now, what are the means of ingress to the flat occupied by Mr. Tikulski?” “The door that opens from his private hall into the outer hall of the house.” “Any other?” “No, your honor.” “Do you recognize this key?” handing to the witness the key that the officer had identified. “I do, sir.” “Well?” “It’s a key to Mr. Tikulski’s door?” Here befell a pause, during which the jurymen shifted in their seats and the prosecutor consulted with his colleague. In a moment he resumed. “Now, Mrs. Marshall, you have testified that the prisoner at the bar, Ernest Neuman, left the house, No.—East Fifty-first street, shortly before midnight on the 12th of July. Your memory on this point is entirely trustworthy?” “It is, sir.” “Very well. Did you notice his movements after that?” “I did, sir.” “Tell us what they were.” “Well, sir, he crossed over the street and stood on the sidewalk under a lamp-post looking up at the front of the house toward Mr. Tikulski’s windows, and then—” “For how long?” “I couldn’t tell exactly, but maybe for the time it would take you to walk around the block.” “For five minutes?” “Yes, or more likely for ten.” “And then—?” “Well, and then, as I was saying, he marched straight away toward the avenue.” “Toward what avenue?” “Toward Second avenue.” “And disappeared?” “And disappeared.” “Did you see any thing more of him that night?” “I did, sir.” “When and under what circumstances?” “In about a quarter of an hour, your honor, Mr. Neuman he comes back and stands leaning up against the railing across the way; and pretty soon crosses over and goes past us without speaking a word and enters the house, the door being open, and goes up the stairs.” My lawyer turned sharply to me. “Is this true?” he whispered. “No, it is entirely false,” I answered. But I did not care. “This,” resumed the district-attorney, “was at about what hour?” “Sure, you can reckon it for yourself, sir. It was a little after twelve.” “Very good. Now, at what hour did you shut up the house?” “It was after one o’clock.” “Had the prisoner meantime gone out?” “He had not.” “So that consecutively from the moment of his reëntrance to the hour of your closing up, he was in the house?” “He was, sir.” “Meanwhile, who else had entered?” “Two of the tenants, Mr. and Mrs.————, the tenants of the first flat.” “Any one else?” “No one else.” “That will do, Mrs. Marshall.”