Omaha daily bee., 1916-01-28
CONTINUED from Yesterday

She came home more willingly this time
IL seemed somehow less OF an ordeal
for she sensed that things had gone in
her favor for a moment and she did not
even finch when. with a flourish, the
district attorney took up the revolver
dying with the other exhibits OF the
case before the jury and. thrusting il
toward her, asked sharply
Have you ever seen this revolver be-
fore, Miss Pager"
Yes. 1t belonged to Mr.. Pollock"
Was 1t In his possession on the night
when he was murdered?"
No" Her voice broke now and fell.
cit was in my possession then"
And you had It at the Hotel Repub-
nc7"
Yes"
And was 1t your habit" the prose
cutor's voice was satirically hooking,
was It your habit. Miss Page, to at
tend banouets with a revolver In your
hand bag2"
Mary flushed angrily.
The revolver was lying on my dress
ing table at the theater," she said, land
put it into my bag, intending TO give II
to Mr. Langdon, but--I forgot it,"
1T was an unfortunate loss Of mem
DRY for Mr.. Pollock" said the attorney
drily, with a glance at the jury. Then he
abruptly waved the witness away. as
though it would be waste OF time to
question her further. Langdon halted her.
"Will you explain to the court" he
cried, how that revolver came into your
possession. Miss Pager
Gaining rotrap af HE aopa ard tAo
smile that accompanied his words. Mary
turned toward the jury and In that beau
tifully modulated voice that had held 80
many audiences spell-bound, she told
rapidly. but in detail, the story of Pol
locks visit to her dressing room on the
afternoon OF that fatal day. She faltered
a little over the recital of his abrupt
proposal. and. woman-like. put in the
world-old apology for his brutality by the
simple statement:
"He was drunk you know"
Then, wildly, her slender hands gestur-
ing and her voice rising with poignant
memories and pride OF Langdon, she told
of the latter's entry in response to her
screams and of his battle with Pollock.
Tensely silent but with every nerve
how Pollock had pulled the revolver out
OF his pocket only to drop It.
HE tried to pick 1t up again." she
said, unconsciously visuallzlng for them
the picture of the struggling men, but
crawled close and snatched It up be-
fore he could reach it."
She paused. and when she would have
taken up the thread of her story again.
Langdon's hand stopped her.
THAT is all, thank you, Miss Page, -
he said. and the district attorney, sur
prise on his face, but with a now CLINT
in his eyes. got quickly TO his feet
Il crave the courts permission to ask
the witness one more question:" he said,
and as the judge waved assent he asked
slowly, knowing the sensation his ques-
ton would create:
Miss Page. was there anyone else
in the room at the time this struggle was
going on?"
''Not-not exactly in the room" said
Mary, after an instant's hesitation.
There were people outside the door and
and my maid. who had been out, ran
in during the excitement"
as your maid Janet or Jeanette
Beauchamp?"
Yes" Mary's voice was uneasy now,
and her eyes met the frightened ones OF
the maid, who had risen with the appar-
ent intention of leaving the room. But
before she had reached the door the
prosecutor had waved Mary from the
stand and the clerk called loudly:
Janet Beauchamp!"
There was a startled cry of ''oh, mon
Dieu!' and the Frenchwoman paused,
wringing her hands, the center Of atten-