"I saw Mrs. Linderman, the landlady." "Where was she?" "In the basement." "What was the first thing you said to Mrs. Linderman?" "I told her that an awful thing had happened. Then I told her all." "What did you do then?" "I asked her how I could get a policeman, and she said it was too late and to wait till the next day. Then I went upstairs to see another woman and told her the same thing, and she said I had better wait and go to see Captain O'Brien the next day." "Then what happened?" "Mrs. Linderman went with me to my room, and there I found that my trunk had been broken into and most of my things taken. I showed Mrs. Linderman what had been done." "That was when Miss Barrett had gone to your room and taken the lace and other things which she claimed you had stolen?" "Yes." "You went to see Captain O'Brien the next day, did you?" "Yes." "Did you tell him that you had been attacked?" "No." "You didn't mention anything, not to a man anyway, about what you have related as occurring in Miss Barrett's room?" "No." "Just told them you had been robbed of $100 worth of lace?" "Yes." "Did you tell anybody--any of the policemen who went around with you, about it?" "No, I couldn't tell that awful story to anybody." "This confession you signed to Miss Barrett wasn't the first confession you ever signed, was it?" "Yes." "Are you sure?" "I'm positive." Here Prosecutor Short produced the first sensational attack upon Ella Gingles. "Didn't you sign a confession that you had taken goods from a department store?" "No." "How old do you say you are?" "I am eighteen." "Look at this signature signed December 6, 1908--is that your signature?" Here Mr. Short produced a paper purporting to be a confession that Ella Gingles had made, when accused of theft in a department store. "That is my signature," said Miss Gingles. Her voice quivered. There was a gasp among the women who had flocked to the courtroom to lend their moral aid to the accused girl. "Let's see," said Mr. Short, mercilessly. "At the very outset this paper says--your admission--that you were then twenty years old." "No, sir," interrupted Miss Gingles. "Here, look at it; there it is, twenty years old." "I told them I was eighteen." "You have said you were born in Ireland?" "Yes." "But this document says--your admission--that you were born in London." The witness made no answer. Mr. Short attempted to offer the document in evidence, but was temporarily prevented by a ruling of the court. "You say you were a good girl--a perfectly good girl--up to the time you met Agnes Barrett?" "Yes; oh, yes, sir," sobbed Miss Gingles. "You lived in Belleville, Ontario, before coming to Chicago?" "Yes." "As Ella Gingles?" "Yes." "What! Didn't you call yourself Ella Raymond?" "No." "Did you know a Dr. Gibson there?" "No, sir." "Didn't he attend you when you were ill?" "He did not; he did not."