The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1873-04-02
AMY. STONES hfARTBaokEN LETTER.
Glimpses Of Life and Shadows Of Death
in the Brown Stone House Of
+ Degraw Street.
4 MAN AND WOMAN STILL WANTED.
! A Tangled Mass Of Facts and
Fancies.
Scenes in the Inquiition Observation-Disclosures
Of Witnesses and spsetators-A Rail-
road Man Running Jury

Scenes in the Inquiition Room-Pen-Picture
Of Witnesses and Spectators Rail-
road Man Running Jury
'Mrs. Armstrong; Is Mrs. Lucette Armstrong
preeentr The speaker paused and looked about
the room.
''Oficer, will you step into my oflice across the
corridor and call for Mrs. Armstrong;
The speaker was Coroner Whltehill, and as he
spoke he sat upon the bench, beneath canopy OF
crimson and gold. in the Court Of Sessions in
Brooklyn, at eleven O'Clock yesterday morning
In front Of him were some two hundred persons OF
all ages and both sexes, who had come to attend,
either as witnesses, jurors, reporters or detec-
tives the proceedings IN the inquest upon the
sational tragedy Of the day-the Goodrich murder.
The court room was occupied by courtesy merely
and is square, neatly preserved, handsomely car
peted and furnished apartment
Along the railing, just inside the bar enclosure,
were seated half dozen ladies', varying from
fifteen to forty years OF age, and with compilations
% varied as their ages. There were tive or three
brunettes OF unattractive appearance; there was
young miss Of passable features, who was busy
reading Mercantile Library book, and there was
decidedly pretty little mestizo Of about fifteen,
with pretty olive skin anu brilliant dark eyes, Her
WOtner, neat, clesnly mulattO, with
WHITE NUBIA
over her head stood outside the rails. leaning her
head against the wall, and was tor time so
mOtionless that she looked almost like mummy
m some hall OF antiquities. These were the nota-
bles. The crowd was not especially distinctive;
1t was decent and rather more respectable looking
than most Of the audiences in "Crswner's quest''
Cases.
Just within the enclosure OF the bench q thin,
srNali-framed man. with a dwarfed right hand and
arm and clerical appearance, leaned against the
raining and talked to q man with the patriarchal
head and snowy, sweeping beard Of an ELL The
small man was W. W. Goodrich, brother OF Charles
Goodrich, the mysteriously slain victim, and the
bald and bearded gentleman who confronted him
was Professor Ferdinand T. L. Boyle, an artist
who ought to paint his own head as study for
"High Priest Of Israel" He Is the gentleman VINO
says the murdered man was in the habit OF sitting
on his own stoop in the evenings with 'Diana-ike
woman" In front sat ex-Supervisor Dick New
man, with head and lace like Mayne Reids, and
. body like almost anybody's, talking to no one.
Ex-Corener DR.. Morris, blue cloaked and
Z BEARDED LIKE A PARD,
Chartered in q cluster, OF which Colonel Robert
Johnson, TALL military looking man, and the dap
per Alderman McGroarty with neatly trimmed
ground q score Of reporters surrounded couple OF
tables, and to the right sat the jury in double
rank Of six files front. They are not calculated
ever to figure in any treatise on phrenology as
examples Of peculiarly finely balanced cerebral
organisms, unless the foreman be excepted, who
seems to possess
"a VERY LEVEL HBAD,D
although 1t may seem paradoxica to say 1t is also
rather round. He is called Alderman Billy Rich
ardson, and he seemed to .srunn the whole inquest
and did it well, for his questions drew
out more new evidence Of the little
that was developed than all the other
questions from other sources The Coroner does
not seem to have dignity enough to enforce order
In his Court, and Is too fond of repeating every
thing the witness utters to get along fast with the
proceedings.
The Coroner was playing with pretty little
ntckelmounted revolver, when he called for Mrs.
Armstrong, and as the name Of the woman was ut
tered there was rustlng in the Court, and every
body looked at everybody else to see if
he or she was going to own the cogno-
men. In few moments q renewed jostling was
heard as an oflcer entered the court,
followed by lady Of medium height, who walked
with q decidedly graceful movement across the
room, behind the jury box and up to the witness
stand. She monopoiized absolutely the gaze Of
every pair Of eyes in the room, for she was
1.-THE POOR sEAMSTRESs'
whose arrest last Thursday night In New York has
since been the subject of so mach comment. This
was Lucette Myers, alias Armstrong, the mys-
FERROUS friend or companion OF the dead man. She
was attired in . light gray dress, with braided
overskirt OF the same material, and bows down the
'front.' Her arms and body were encased in a black
cloth jacket, revealing white collar about her neck
~Sfh \ vnlo uilk h0 Ind z hord
linen Gums ct her wrists Her gloves were brown
kids, and her black hat as well as her features,
was covered by the half Illusion of q moonlight,
veil. A black shawl was thrown over her arm. It
was easy to discern her probe through the VEIL
the most marked feature Of which was an unusually
ct the temples, broad at the cheek bones and
tapers toward the chin, and her eyes look some
wnat snnk .S Her upper lip Is
said to Be only twenty.sx. NJ No. woman oman" ever
WALKED IN A FLOWER GARDEN
with more composed and easy air than Lucette
Myers walked through that gaping audience, and
Al snce the Coroner administered the oath and
Lucette took the Bible In her right hand. raised
her veil with her LETT and kissed the volume with
mony she spoke, after much dsliberatton In q very
low and soft tone OF voice that was all but inaudi
porters and Disappointing to the auditors all
through her examination. bystander re-
marked, s'Shes stubborn az he.n
Next in point OF curious interest among the wit
aesses was the little mestizo lady, Miss Rosalie
Logan, who spoke with tripping, easy manner
that was refreshing in its simplicity style. When
she came to the identification of Lucette she
looked the woman square In the face with the con-
ddence Of good faith. Mrs. Armstrong, who was
htting near, at once came to her feet, stepped in
hOnt OF Resale, and, raising her veil, said =:
perhaps Jon had better take good look at
ne ~
Rossne locked at her, and said, "you are the wo-
ban.r
sIscuas ma" said Lusette with wave Of her