Mrs. Morton was a plump, bobbed-hair blond of thirty. She had moist carmine lips, a very white nose, strawberry-hued cheek bones, an alabaster chin and forehead, and pale, gray eyes surrounded by blue-black rims tinged with crimson. She wore a fashionable hat,--(Mr. Yollop noticed that at a glance)--a handsome greenish cloth coat with a broad moleskin collar and cuffs of the same fur, pearl gray stockings that were visible to the knees, and high gray shoes that yawned rather shamelessly at the top despite the wearer's doughtiest struggle with the laces. Her gloves, also were somewhat over-crowded. She gave her name as Mrs. Elsie Broderick Morton, married; occupation, ticket seller in a motion picture theater. The State: "What is your husband's name and occupation?" Witness: "Filbert Morton. So far as I know, he never had a regular occupation." The State: "When were you and Filbert Morton married?" Witness: "June the fourteenth, 1916." The State: "Are you living with your husband at present?" Witness: "I am not." The State: "Have you ever been divorced from him?" Witness: "I have not." The State: "How long is it since you and he lived together?" Witness: "A little over three years." The State: "Would you recognize him if you were to see him now?" Witness: "I certainly would." The State: "When did you see him last?" Witness: "Day before yesterday." The State: "Tell the jury where you saw him." Witness: "Over in the Tombs." The State: "Surreptitiously?" Witness: "No, sir. With my own eyes." The State: "I mean, you saw him without his being aware of the fact that you were looking at him for the purpose of identification?" Witness. "Yes, sir." The State: "I will now ask you to look about this court room and tell the jury whether you see the man known to you as Filbert Morton?" Witness, pointing to Smilk: "That's him over there." The State: "You mean the prisoner at the bar, otherwise known as Cassius Smilk?" Witness. "Yes, sir. That's my husband." The State: "You are sure about that?" Witness: "Of course, I am. I wouldn't be likely to make any mistake about a man I'd lived with for nearly six months, would I? I've got my marriage certificate here with me, if you want to see it." Mrs. Smilk, in the first row, venomously addressing Mr. Smilk: "So that's what you was up to when you was out for six months and never come near me once, you dirty--" All bailiffs in unison: "Silence! Order in the court!" The State, presently: "Was he a good, kind, devoted husband to you, Mrs. Morton?" Witness: "Well, if you mean did he provide me with clothes and jewels and gewgaws and all such, yes. He was always bringing me home rings and bracelets and necklaces and things. But if you mean did he ever give me any money to buy food with and keep the flat going, no. I slaved my head off to get grub for him all the time we were living together." The State: "Did he ever mistreat you?"