The Millbank Case: A Maine Mystery of To-day — John Stuart Mill — John Shaqi
The Millbank Case: A Maine Mystery of To-day
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“You were at the house the evening and night of the tenth of May?”
“Yep!”
“Did you wait on the table at supper that evening?”
“I passed the victuals, ef that’s what ye mean by wait;” with an air of
defiance.
“Who were at supper?”
“Mis Parlin an’ Mr. Wing.”
“Did either of them seem to you depressed or preoccupied?”
“Nope.”
“The meal was pleasant as usual, and both seemed in good spirits?”
“Yep.”
“Were you in the dining room when they left it?”
“Nope; I left ’em thar an’ went back arter they were through an’
cleaned up the table.”
“When did you next see Mr. Wing?”
“As he and Mis Parlin come back from the orchard.”
“Did everything seem pleasant between them then?”
“Why shouldn’t it?”
“I asked you if it did?”
“I’d scorn to answer sech a question, ef I warn’t under oath to answer
what you axed. Yep!”
“When did you see him next?”
“Lyin’ a dead corpse on the doorstep at ten minutes arter six the next
mornin’!”
“You are certain you did not see him from the time he returned from the
orchard, until you saw him dead?”
“Didn’t I swear it?”
“I asked you if you are certain?”
“Yep!” indignantly.
“Did you eat your supper before or after your mistress ate hers?”
“What may ye mean by mistress?”
“I mean, did you eat your supper before or after Mrs. Parlin ate hers?”
“Arter.”
She testified that she and Jonathan ate together; that she went to her
room at nine o’clock, after shutting up the house “all but the front
part,” and that she went at once to bed.
“Did you at any time during the night hear a pistol or gun shot or any
sound resembling one?”
“I did not.”
“Are you a sound sleeper?”
“After I git to sleep, ye might carry me off an’ I’d never know it till
mornin’.”
“Then you think a pistol might have been fired at the south door of the
house in the middle of the night without your hearing it, although that
door was open?”
“I think that one was.”
“But do you believe, aside from what you think regarding what happened
that night, that a pistol so fired would wake you?”
“No, nor a cannon, ef ’twan’t too big.”
Jonathan Oldbeg testified practically to what he had told Trafford, the
detective, though with some amplification of details. On the question
of the absolute recognition of the shadow on the window shades as that
of Mr. Wing, he grew very positive, affirming that he knew the stoop
of the shoulders and the movement of his head. The county attorney
and the town counsel were quite strong at this point and suggested
questions which finally confused the witness, though in the end he
clung to his positive identification.
The coroner seemed disposed to pass to the next witness, when Trafford
handed up a paper, after reading which the coroner turned again to the
witness and asked:
“On the shades of which windows did you see the shadow?”
“On all three of ’em.”
“On which was it the highest and largest?”