"Yes, fast as I could. Wasn't delayed on the road. I pulled into the Dohertys' driveway, alongside the Pontiac--it was just as Sergeant Shields described it. The house was dark. My headlights picked up her handbag lying in the path, so I knew at once she must have gone that way." "Did you take the flashlight from your car?" "No, didn't think of it till I'd started down the path. The moon was hazed over, but still pretty strong light." _The Monkshood Girl will now look at the Foreman of the Jury._ "I supposed she must have gone to my mother's house, but when I came to that spur path I--thought--" Peter Anson would not look at her; she was certain he had been doing so, and intently, the instant before her own eyes shifted. "Take your time, Callista--by the way, would you like a sip of water?" "Yes, please. Thank you." _Thank you for more than that._ The water was cool and perfect; she held and turned the crystal of the glass until it gave her the excellent diminished star of the ceiling chandelier. Had it been burning all day? She couldn't remember. Probably; a gray series of hours, this Thursday, with a whimpering of December wind. _I'm sorry, Cecil, I know I'm stumbling, not doing very well--keep thinking about twenty-to-life--it wouldn't let me come to you._ "When I came to the spur path it was--oh, just a sort of sick feeling that I ought to look at the pond and make sure she hadn't--it was only a few steps, the light fairly good through the trees. I saw something in the water. It was white, some part of her white blouse." "You went down that steep path to your left, Callista? Stood on the path first and then over on the left side of the pond?" "Yes. I could see--enough to know. Then the pains began. I knew she was dead, and I knew what was happening to me. I guess I said, didn't I, that I'd wanted the baby, I wanted to bear it? Did I say that?" "Yes, my dear, you told Mr. Lamson that--I believe it's not been mentioned here until now. You really did want it, didn't you?" "Yes." "You needn't say any more about that now unless you wish." "All right. I ... well, I don't quite remember getting back to my car. I did it though, and when I reached the junction I remembered that thick second-growth woods across the road from my mother's house. So I parked by the pines, got over there--" _Don't do it, Mrs. Kleinman: Mr. Fielding wouldn't like it, anyway crying is just the glands going into an uproar. I'm not crying--see? Of course, if it means you don't want to burn me_-- "About that also, Callista, you needn't say any more than you want to. The fact of the miscarriage is enough, and I haven't heard the prosecution contesting it. Did you happen to have your wrist watch on, by the way?"