Here Dunscomb’s face was lighted with a smile; he evidently was
encouraged.
“Were you present, Mrs. Burton, when Mary Monson’s purse was examined,
in presence of the inquest?”
“I was.”
“Did you then see its contents?”
“I did”—after the longest pause of all.
“Had you that purse in your hand, ma’am?”
The brow was once more shaded, and the recollection seemingly taxed.
“I think I had. It was passed round among us, and I believe that I
touched it, as well as others.”
“Are you not certain that you did so?”
“Yes, sir. Now, I reflect, I know that I did. The piece of money found
in Mary Monson’s purse, was passed from one to another, and to me, among
the rest.”
“This was very wrong,” observed his honour.
“It was wrong, sir; but not half as wrong as the murders and arson,”
coolly remarked Williams.
“Go on, gentlemen—time is precious.”
“Now, Mrs. Burton, I wish to ask you a very particular question, and I
beg that your answer may be distinct and guarded—did you ever have
access to the piece of gold found, or said to be found, in Mary Monson’s
purse, except on the occasion of the inquest?”
The longest pause of all, and the deepest shading of the brow. So long
was the self-deliberation this time, as to excite a little remark among
the spectators. Still, it was no more than prudent to be cautious, in a
cause of so much importance.
“I certainly have, sir,” was the reply that came at last. “I saw it in
Dorothy Goodwin’s stocking, several times; had it in my hand, and
examined it. This is the way I came to discover the notch. Aunt Dolly
and I talked about that notch, as I have already told the court.”
“Quite true, ma’am, we remember that; all your answers are carefully
written out—”
“I’m sure nothing that I have said can be written out, which is not
true, sir.”
“We are to suppose that. And now, ma’am, permit me to ask if you ever
saw that piece of money at any other time than at those you have
mentioned. Be particular in the answer.”
“I may,” after a long pause.
“Do you not _know_?”
“I do not, sir.”
“Will you say, on your oath, that you cannot recollect any one occasion,
other than those you have mentioned, on which you have seen and handled
that piece of money?”
“When aunt Dolly showed it to me, before the coroner, and here in court.
I recollect no other time.”
“Let me put this question to you again, Mrs. Burton—recalling the
solemnity of the oath you have taken—have you, or have you not, seen
that piece of money on any other occasion than those you have just
mentioned?”
“I do not remember ever to have seen it at any other time,” answered the
woman, firmly.
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