to give latch keys to your boarders?"

"I don't do it usually, sir; but Captain Lloyd was in and out of the
house at all hours."

"Did you hear any unusual noise in Captain Lloyd's room that afternoon
or night?"

"No, sir, I did not. As I said before, the cook was the only servant in
the house, and I had to help her in the kitchen."

"Do you know the accused?"

"I do, sir."

"When did you last see her and where?"

"I saw her on the afternoon of the sixth of March when she came to my
house to see her friend, Miss Alice Cary."

Her words created a small sensation, and the President had to rap
repeatedly for order before quiet was restored. Nancy had told Warren
in their interview on Sunday that she had been to the boarding-house,
so he was prepared for the testimony, and no one could read from his
expressionless face what he thought of the new development.

"Did the accused see you?" asked the judge advocate.

"She did," retorted Mrs. Lane. "I let her in."

"Did she go into your parlor?"

"No, sir. She came just as dinner was being served. I told her that
Miss Cary was out, but that she had left word she would be back by
half-past five. Miss Newton seemed very anxious to see Miss Cary, so I
told her to go right to her friend's room and wait there."

"Where is Miss Cary's room located?"

"On the third floor, back."

"Wasn't it unusual to send her upstairs instead of having her wait in
the parlor?"

"No, indeed. She and Miss Cary are very intimate, and they often spend
the day together, either at my house or at Miss Metoaca Newton's."

"Did the accused have a bundle with her?"

"She did."

"Was it a bottle?" eagerly. The court and spectators leaned forward to
catch the reply.

"I couldn't tell, sir. It _seemed_ to be a box of candy."

"What made you think that?"

"The way her dog kept smelling at it, and then it was shaped like a
box."

"Did the dog accompany the accused into the house?"

"He did. I don't mind Misery. He's a good dog, as dogs go, and doesn't
give me any trouble."

"Have you any questions to ask the witness, Mr. Senator?"

For reply Warren handed a sheet of paper to the judge advocate who read
the two questions written on it slowly and one at a time.

"What did Captain Lloyd eat for lunch?"

"Let me see?" Mrs. Lane considered for a moment. "Cold bread, ham,
pickles, and ginger bread--oh, and a cup of coffee."

"Did Captain Lloyd eat very heartily?"

"Well, he ate eve