New Britain herald., 1916-02-01
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 in her favor for a moment and she 1 did not even finch when with a flour | ish, the District Attorney took up the 1 revolver Giving with the other cXhib- 1 it's of the case before the jury) and, l thrusting it toward her, asked sharp 1 ly:
 Have you ever seen this revolver
 before, Miss Page?" Yes. It belonged to MT. Pollock'
 Was it in his possession on the
 night when he was murdered?" "No." Her voice broke now and
 fell. Tt was in my possession then" And you had it at the Hotel Re-
 public?"
 l Yes"
 l And was it your habit" the prose l cutor's voice was satirically mocking, 1 twas it your habit, Miss Page to at- ] tend banquets with revolver in your l hand bag?"
 Mary flushed angrily. l The revolver was lying on my l dressing at the theater," she said, land I put it into my bag, in- | tending to give it to Mr. Langdon, but I forgot it.'
 "It was an unfortunate loss of
 memory for MT. Pollock" said the
 
 l jury. Then he abruptly waved the ] witness away, as though it would be 1 waste of time to question her fur
 ther. Langdon halted her.
 Twill you explain to the court he cried, "how the revolver came into
 your possession, Miss Page?'' Gaining courage at his tone and the 1 smile that accompanied his words, l Mary turned toward the jury and in 1 that beautiful modulated voice rhat ! had held so many audiences spell
 bound, she told rapidly, but in detail. | the story of Pollock's visit to he~ l dressing-room on the afternoon Ot ! that fatal day. She faltered a little over the recital of his abrupt propos- l al, and, woman-like, put in the world 1 old apology for his brutality by the l simple statement:
 l He was drunk, you know.' ] Then, wildly, her slender hands 1 gesturing and her voice rising with l poignant memories and pride of Lang l don, she told of the later's entry in re- 1 sponse to her screams and of his bat 1 tie with Pollock. Tensely silent, but l with every nerve alert, the crowd list l ened as she described how Pollock 1 had pulled the revolver out of his 1 pocket only to drop it. 1 He tried to pick it up again. she 1 said, u1tconsciously visualizing for | them the picture of the struggling 1 men, but I crawled close and
 snatched it up before he could reach it."
 She paused and when she would have taken up the thread of her story again, Langdon's hand stopped her. syrN1. hT.
 he said, and the district attorney, sur prise on his face, but with a new glint in his eyes, got quickly to his feet. q crave the courts permission to
 ask the witness one more question:" he said, and as the judge waved as- sent he asked slowly, knowing the sensation his question 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,' y 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" 'Is 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 apparent intention of leaving the
 room. But before she had reached the door the Prosecutor had waved Mary from the stand and the clerk l called loudly:
 Janet Beauchamp" l There was a startled cry of "Oh,
 mon Dieu!' and the Frenchwoman 1 paused, wringing her hands, the cen 1 ter of attention. She made a half
 movement as if determined to es- l cape any way and defy the law, but l the sight of the police that guarded i the exits and the stern repetition of l her name brought her reluctantly | back She murmured a little prayer i and crossed herself as she took the l oath, but the cool friendliness of the ] prosecutors voice treasured her. ] Janet, how long have you been in /, the employ of Miss Page" "Two-no, tree years zis season.
 And was it usual for you to leave l the dressing room when your mis-
 tress was getting ready for the | street,"
 NO, monsieur-sir!"
 But you had been told to leave her
 on this particular day?'
 Told to leave!" Janet's voice rose
 in gallic excitement "Mais non! l
 had but gone to ze petite milliner for
 ze new fiowaires for ze blue gown'
 'Who told you to go?'
 Monsieur Daniels, he come in, and
 he and Mademoiselle, they talk, and he say pourquoi could I not go to get l ze new f7owaires-ze orchids since Ze
 shops would not be close for one | half hour yet. And Miss Page she
 say, certainment that I should go
 then, for she could finish to dress by | herself for once.'
 How long were you out?' 1 "Oh, je ne sais pas-I mean, I do