There was as little hesitation in the reply given to this question as to the former. He recognized each piece as having come from his establishment. "You will note," said he, "that they have never been washed, and that the pencil marks are still on them." "Very good," observed the Coroner, "and you will note that one article there is torn down the back. Was it in that condition when sent?" "It was not, sir." "All were in perfect order?" "Most assuredly, sir." "Very good, again. The jury will take cognizance of this fact, which may be useful to them in their future conclusions. And now, Mr. Callahan, do you notice anything lacking here from the list of articles forwarded by you?" "No, sir." "Yet there is one very necessary adjunct to a woman's outfit which is not to be found here." "Yes, sir, the shoes; but I am not surprised at that. We sent shoes, but they were not satisfactory, and they were returned." "Ah, I see. Officer, show the witness the shoes that were taken from the deceased." This was done, and when Mr. Callahan had examined them, the Coroner inquired if they came from his store. He replied no. Whereupon they were held up to the jury, and attention called to the fact that, while rather new than old, they gave signs of having been worn more than once; which was not true of anything else taken from the victim. This matter settled, the Coroner proceeded with his questions. "Who carried the articles ordered, to the address given?" "A man in our employ, named Clapp." "Did he bring back the amount of the bill?" "Yes, sir; less the five dollars charged for the shoes." "What was the amount, may I ask?" "Here is our cash-book, sir. The amount received from Mrs. James Pope, Hotel D----, on the seventeenth of September, is, as you see, seventy-five dollars and fifty-eight cents." "Let the jury see the book; also the order." They were both handed to the jury, and if ever I wished myself in any one's shoes, save my own very substantial ones, it was at that moment. I did so want a peep at that order. It seemed to interest the jury also, for their heads drew together very eagerly over it, and some whispers and a few knowing looks passed between them. Finally one of them spoke: "It is written in a very odd hand. Do you call this a woman's writing or a man's?" "I have no opinion to give on the subject," rejoined the witness. "It is intelligible writing, and that is all that comes within my province." The twelve men shifted on their seats and surveyed the Coroner eagerly. Why did he not proceed? Evidently he was not quick enough to suit them. "Have you any further questions for this witness?" asked that gentleman after a short delay. Their nervousness increased, but no one ventured to follow the Coroner's suggestion. A poor lot, I call them, a very poor lot! I would have found plenty of questions to put to him.