Mr. Ferris surveyed the witness for a moment before saying: "Then you considered it damaging to your lover to have this ring found in that apartment?" Mr. Orcutt instantly rose to object. "I won't press the question," said the District Attorney, with a wave of his hand and a slight look at the jury. "You ought never to have asked it?" exclaimed Mr. Orcutt, with the first appearance of heat he had shown. "You are right," Mr. Ferris coolly responded. "The jury could see the point without any assistance from you or me." "And the jury," returned Mr. Orcutt, with equal coolness, "is scarcely obliged to you for the suggestion." "Well, we won't quarrel about it," declared Mr. Ferris. "We won't quarrel about any thing," retorted Mr. Orcutt. "We will try the case in a legal manner." "Have you got through?" inquired Mr. Ferris, nettled. Mr. Orcutt took his seat with the simple reply: "Go on with the case." The District Attorney, after a momentary pause to regain the thread of his examination and recover his equanimity, turned to the witness. "Miss Dare," he asked, "how long did you keep that ring on your finger after you left the house?" "A little while--five or ten minutes, perhaps." "Where were you when you took it off?" Her voice sank just a trifle: "On the bridge at Warren Street." "What did you do with it then?" Her eyes which had been upon the Attorney's face, fell slowly. "I dropped it into the water," she said. And the character of her thoughts and suspicions at that time stood revealed. The Prosecuting Attorney allowed himself a few more questions. "When you parted with the prisoner in the woods, was it with any arrangement for meeting again before he returned to Buffalo?" "No, sir." "Give us the final words of your conversation, if you please." "We were just parting, and I had turned to go, when he said: 'Is it good-by, then, Imogene?' and I answered, 'That to-morrow must decide.' 'Shall I stay, then?' he inquired; to which I replied, 'Yes.'" 'Twas a short, seemingly literal, repetition of possibly innocent words, but the whisper into which her voice sank at the final "Yes" endowed it with a thrilling effect for which even she was not prepared. For she shuddered as she realized the deathly quiet that followed its utterance, and cast a quick look at Mr. Orcutt that was full of question, if not doubt. "I was calculating upon the interview I intended to have with Mrs. Clemmens," she explained, turning toward the Judge with indescribable dignity. "We understand that," remarked the Prosecuting Attorney, kindly, and then inquired: "Was this the last you saw of the prisoner until to-day?" "No, sir." "When did you see him again?" "On the following Wednesday." "Where?" "In the depot at Syracuse." "How came you to be in Syracuse the day after the murder?" "I had started to go to Buffalo." "What purpose had you in going to Buffalo?" "I wished to see Mr. Mansell." "Did he know you were coming?" "No, sir."