"No, sir. She came just as dinner was being served. I told her that Miss Cary was out, but that she had left word she would be back by half-past five. Miss Newton seemed very anxious to see Miss Cary, so I told her to go right to her friend's room and wait there." "Where is Miss Cary's room located?" "On the third floor, back." "Wasn't it unusual to send her upstairs instead of having her wait in the parlor?" "No, indeed. She and Miss Cary are very intimate, and they often spend the day together, either at my house or at Miss Metoaca Newton's." "Did the accused have a bundle with her?" "She did." "Was it a bottle?" eagerly. The court and spectators leaned forward to catch the reply. "I couldn't tell, sir. It _seemed_ to be a box of candy." "What made you think that?" "The way her dog kept smelling at it, and then it was shaped like a box." "Did the dog accompany the accused into the house?" "He did. I don't mind Misery. He's a good dog, as dogs go, and doesn't give me any trouble." "Have you any questions to ask the witness, Mr. Senator?" For reply Warren handed a sheet of paper to the judge advocate who read the two questions written on it slowly and one at a time. "What did Captain Lloyd eat for lunch?" "Let me see?" Mrs. Lane considered for a moment. "Cold bread, ham, pickles, and ginger bread--oh, and a cup of coffee." "Did Captain Lloyd eat very heartily?" "Well, he ate every scrap I sent up. Aunt Dinah brought the tray down stairs with her when she came back from telling the captain that Symonds wished to see him. There wasn't a morsel of food left on the plates." "That is all," announced Warren; and at a signal from the judge advocate, Mrs. Lane left her chair and hastened out of the room. Mrs. Warren, who had come with Mrs. Bennett, was sick at heart. It was obvious to all that her husband was fighting against heavy odds. A whisper here, a look there, showed that every spectator in the room thought Nancy guilty. Mrs. Lane's place was taken by Mrs. Lewis, a frail, old lady whose timorous voice could hardly be heard as the judge advocate administered the oath to her. "Now, Mrs. Lewis, will you please speak louder in answering my questions?" requested the judge advocate. "Do you board at Mrs. Lane's?" "Yes, sir." "Where is your room?" "On the third floor, front." "Do you know the accused?" "I do." Mrs. Lewis wiped her eyes; she was easily moved to tears. "When did you last see her, and where?" "On the sixth of March, last----" "Go on, madam," urged the judge advocate, as her voice died away. "I finished my dinner--I did not stay for dessert--and went upstairs to my room. I stopped a moment when I reached the second floor to rest--my breath is short these days--and I saw Miss Newton coming toward me from the back hall----" "Well, what then?" impatiently. "I--I--know her aunt very well, and Nancy stopped to ask how I was." "Did she state what she was doing there?"