rself to the
evidence."
Mr. Spigot, Q. C.: "I must submit to your lordship that it is a very
logical answer, and exactly illustrates the interdependence of the
probabilities. Now, Mrs. Drabdump, let us know what happened when you
awoke at half-past six the next morning."
Thereupon Mrs. Drabdump recapitulated the evidence (with new
redundancies, but slight variations) given by her at the inquest. How
she became alarmed--how she found the street-door locked by the big
lock--how she roused Grodman, and got him to burst open the door--how
they found the body--all this with which the public was already familiar
_ad nauseam_ was extorted from her afresh.
"Look at this key" (key passed to the witness). "Do you recognize it?"
"Yes; how did you get it? It's the key of my first-floor front. I am
sure I left it sticking in the door."
"Did you know a Miss Dymond?"
"Yes, Mr. Mortlake's sweetheart. But I knew he would never marry her,
poor thing." (Sensation.)
"Why not?"
"He was getting too grand for her." (Amusement).
"You don't mean anything more than that?"
"I don't know; she only came to my place once or twice. The last time I
set eyes on her must have been in October."
"How did she appear?"
"She was very miserable, but she wouldn't let you see it." (Laughter.)
"How has the prisoner behaved since the murder?"
"He always seemed very glum and sorry for it."
Cross-examined: "Did not the prisoner once occupy the bedroom of Mr.
Constant, and give it up to him, so that Mr. Constant might have the two
rooms on the same floor?"
"Yes, but he didn't pay as much."
"And, while occupying this front bedroom, did not the prisoner once lose
his key and have another made?"
"He did; he was very careless."
"Do you know what the prisoner and Mr. Constant spoke about on the night
of December 3d?"
"No; I couldn't hear."
"Then how did you know they were quarreling?"
"They were talkin' so loud."
Sir Charles Brown-Harland, Q. C. (sharply): "But I'm talking loudly to
you now. Should you say I was quarreling?"
"It takes two to make a quarrel." (Laughter.)
"Was the prisoner the sort of man who, in your opinion, would commit a
murder?"
"No, I never should ha' guessed it was him."
"He always struck you as a thorough gentleman?"
"No, my lud. I knew he was only a comp."
"You say the prisoner has seemed depressed since the murder. Might not
that have been due to the disappearance of his sweethe
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