The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-06-07
By ANNA KATHARINE GREEN
Copyright. 1910. By Anna Katharine Rohlfs
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"Also the hat and coat found on Q remote hook in the closet under the ftairs, bearing the -four mark on its under brim:"
 tsYes, that too"
 "Yet cannot say which of these two overcoats you put on when you left your home, an hour or so after finish ing your dinner?"
 Trapped by his own lawyer-visibly and remorselessly trapped! The blood, shooting suddenly into the astounded prisoners face, was reflected on the cheeks of the other lawyers present Even Mr. Fox betrayed his surprise, but it was surprise not untinged by apprehension. MT. Moffat must feel very sure of himself to venture thus far.
 "I cannot. I was in no condition % notice. I was bent on going into town and immediately upon coming dSI-n- stairs went straight to the rack and pulled on the first things that of fered.''
 It appeared to be a perfect give away. And it was, but it was give away which, feared, threatened Car mel rather than her brother.
 MT. Cumberland, were a coat and hat all that you took from the hall?'
 "No; took 8 key-a key from the bunch which saw lying on the table" What key was it?"
 "It belonged to MT. Ranelagh and was the key to the clubhouse wine vault"
 Where did you put it after taking it upT
 "In my trousers pocket"
 "What did you do then?"
 ~Went out, of course"
 without seeing anybody"
 "Of course. Whom should I see?"
 It was angrily said, and the flush, which had begun to die away, slowly made its way back into his cheeks.
 "Are you willing to repeat that you saw no oneY
 There was no one."
 4 lie! All knew it, all felt it. The man was perjuring himself under his own counsers persistent questioning on a point which that counsel had evi- dently been warned by him to avoid. was assured of this by the way Moi fat failed to meet Arthur's eye as he pressed on hastily and in a way to forestan all opposition
 There are two ways of leaving your house for the city. Which way did you take"
 "The shortest I went through my neighbor's grounds to Huested street. Immediately?
 "As soon as I could. I don't know what you mean by Immediately
 Didn't you stop at the stable?"
 A pause, during which more than one person present sat reathless. These questions were what might be expect ed from Mir. Fox in cross examination. They seemed totally unsuited to a di- rect examination at the hands of his own counsel. What did such an inno- vation mean?
 'Yes: I stopped at the stable"
 "What to do?"
 gro look at the horses"
 "Why?"
 "One of them had gone lame. want ed to see his condition"
 ''Was it the gray mare?'
 Had the defense changed places with the prosecution? It looked like it. The situation was too tempting for MT. Fox. With an assumption of extreme consideration he leaned forward and muttered under his breath to his near est colleague. but still loud enough for those about him to hear:
 1.-The prisoner must know that he is not bound to answer questions when such answers tend to incriminate him. '" A lightning glance shot in his direc- tion was the eloquent advocates sole r-oly.
 But Arthur, nettled into speaking. answered the question put to him in a loud, quick tone: Ut was not the gray mare, but went up to the gray mare before going out. I patted her and bade her be good girl.' A
 Where was she then?"
 ~Where she belonged-in her stall" The tones had sunk; so had the previously lifted head. He no longer commanded universal sympathy or credence. The effect of his former avowals was almost gone.
 Yet Mir Moffat could smile. AS l noticed this and recognized the satis- faction it evinced my heart went down in great trouble. This esteemed advocate, the hero of hundred cases, was not afraid to have it known that Arthur had harnessed that mare; he even wanted it known. Why? There could be but one answer to that, or 30 I thought at the moment. The next I did not know what to think, for he failed to pursue this subject xnd snnply sl'ked Arthur if upon ieas-s .e had locked the stable door. "Yes-no-I don't remember" was the bungIing and greatly confused re- ply.
 MT. Moffat glanced at the jury, the smile still on his lips. Did he wish to impress that body with the embar- rassment of his client?
 Relate what followed. I am sure the jury will be glad to hear your story from your own lips"
 ''It's beastly one, but if I've got to tell it, here it is: I went straight down to Cuthbert road and across the fields to the clubhouse. I had not taken the key to the front door be-