platform in the chair reserved for the witnesses.

His answer to Coroner Penfield's questions relative to his name,
residence in Washington, and length of service in the city Police Force
were given with brevity and a rich Irish brogue.

"Where were you on Tuesday morning at about five o'clock?" asked
Penfield, first consulting some memoranda on his desk.

"On my way home," explained O'Ryan. "My relief had just come."

"Does your beat take in the McIntyre residence?"

"It does, sir."

"Did you observe any one loitering in the vicinity of the residence
prior to five o'clock, Tuesday morning?"

"No, sir. It was only when the lady called to me that I was attracted to
the house."

"Did she state what was the matter?"

"Yes, sir. She said that she had locked a burglar in a closet, and to
come and get him, and I did so," and O'Ryan expanded his chest with an
air of satisfaction as be glanced about the morgue.

"Did the burglar resist arrest?"

"No, sir; he came very peaceably and not a word out of him."

"Had you any idea that the burglar was not what he seemed?"

"Devil an idea, begging your pardon"--O'Ryan remembered hastily where he
was. "The burglar looked the part he was masquerading, and his make-up
was perfect," ended O'Ryan with relish. "Never gave me a hint he was a
gentleman and a bank cashier in disguise."

Kent, who had arrived at the morgue a few minutes before the policeman
commenced his testimony, smiled in spite of himself. He was feeling
exceedingly low spirited, and had come to the inquest with inward
foreboding as to its result. On what developed there, he Was convinced,
hung Jimmie Turnbull's good name. After his interview with Detective
Ferguson that morning, he had wired Philip Rochester to return to
Washington at once. He had requested an immediate reply, and had fully
expected to find a telegram at his office when he stopped there on his
way to the morgue, but none had come.

"Whom did you see in the McIntyre house?" the coroner asked O'Ryan.

"No one sir, except the burglar and Miss McIntyre."

"Did you find any doors or windows unlocked?"

"No, sir; I never looked to see."

"Why not?"

"Because the young lady said that she had been over the house and
everything was then fastened." O'Ryan looked anxiously at the coroner.
Would he make him out derelict in his duty? It would seriously affect
his standing on the Force. "I took Miss McIntyre's word for the house,
for I had the bu