“Your condition of mind and that of Mr. Jeffrey seem to have been strangely alike,” remarked the coroner. “No, no!” she protested. “Arguing a like source.” “No, no,” she cried again, this time with positive agony. Then with an effort which awakened respect for her powers of mind, if for nothing else, she desperately added: “I can not say what was in his heart that night, but I know what was in mine—dread of that old house, to which I had been drawn in spite of myself, possibly by the force of the tragedy going on inside it, culminating in a delirium of terror, which sent me flying in an opposite direction from my home and into places I had been accustomed to visit when my heart was light and untroubled.” The coroner glanced at the jury, who unconsciously shook their heads. He shook his, too, as he returned to the charge. “Another question, Miss Tuttle. When you heard a pistol-shot sounding from the depths of that dark library, what did you think it meant?” She put her hands over her ears—it seemed as if she could not prevent this instinctive expression of recoil at the mention of the death-dealing weapon—and in very low tones replied: “Something dreadful; something superstitious. It was night, you remember, and at night one has such horrible thoughts.” “Yet an hour or two later you declared that the hearth was no lodestone. You forgot its horrors and your superstition upon returning to your own house.” “It might be;” she murmured; “but if so, they soon returned. I had reason for my horror, if not for my superstition, as the event showed.” The coroner did not attempt to controvert this. He was about to launch a final inquiry. “Miss Tuttle; upon the return of yourself and Mr. Jeffrey to your home after your final visit to the Moore house, did you have any interview that was without witnesses?” “No.” “Did you exchange any words?” “I think we did exchange some words; it would be only natural.” “Are you willing to state what words?” She looked dazed and appeared to search her memory. “I don’t think I can,” she objected. “But something was said by you and some answer was made by him?” “I believe so.” “Can not you say definitely?” “We did speak.” “In English?” “No, in French.” “Can not you translate that French for us?” “Pardon me, sir; it was so long ago my memory fails me.” “Is it any better for the second and longer interview between you the next day?” “No—sir.” “You can not give us any phrase or word that was uttered there?” “No.” “Is this your final reply on this subject?” “It is.”