Richmond times-dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1914-current, 1916-02-10
Continued from Wednesday,,

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She came more willingly this time
II seemed somehow less Of all ordeal
for she scnsed that things had gone
in her favor for moment, and she
did not even finch when. with -four
ish, the district attorney took mn tho
of the case before the jury, and,
thrusting it toward her. asked sharply:
Have you ever seen this revolver
before. Miss Page"
Yes. 1t belonged TO Mr.. Pollock"
Was IL In his possession on the night
when lie was murdcred?"
No Her voice broke now and fell.
1t was in my possession then"
And you had 1t at the Hotel Repub-
lic?"
Yes"
And was it your habit" the prose
cutor's voice was satirically moching.
was II your habit, Miss Page, to at
tend banqucts with Il revolver in your
handbag"
Mary flushed angrily
The revolver was lying on my dress
Ing table at the theater," she said
and / put 1t into my bag. intending
to give 4 to Mr.. Langdon, butt for
got IT.
1T was an unfortunate loss OF mem
Org for Mr.. Pollock" said the attor
ney drily, with glance at the jury.
Then he abruptly waved the witness
d
OF time to question her further. Lang
don halted her
VIII you explain to the court" he
cried. how that revolver came into
your possession. Miss Page"
Calming courage at his tone and the
smile that accompanied his words
Mary turned toward the jury and in
that beautifully modulated voice that
had held so many audiences spellbound
In ef.,n
OF iollock's visit TO her dressing room
on the afternoon Of that fatal day. She
( faltered little over the recital OF his
abrupt proposal. and, womanlikc, put
in the world-old apology for his bru-
tally BY the simple statement:
He was drunk, you know"
Then, wildly, her slender hands res-
turing and her voice rising with poig
, nant memories and pride of Langdon.
She told OF the lat,er's entry in re-
spouse 70 her screams and Of his bat
tie with Pollock. Tenscly silent, but
with every nerve alert, the crowd lis
tened as she described how Pollock had
pulled the revolver out OF his pocket
only to drop il.
He tried to pick it up again" she
said, unconsciously visualizinr for
but ] crawled close and snatched II
up before he could reach it,"
She paused. and when she would
have taken mp the thread of her story
again. Lansdon's hand stopped her.
That is all, thank YOU, Miss Page"
nc said, and the district attorney, sur
prise on his face, but with new glin,
in his eyes. got quickly to his feet
81 crave the courts permission to
ask the witness one more question:,
he said and as the Judge waived as
sent lie asked slowly, knowing the sen
, saiioi his question would create:
Miss Page was there any one else
in the room at the time this struggle
was going on
"Not-not exactly in the room" said
| Mary. after an lnstants hesitation.
and-and my maid. who had been out,
ran in during the excitement"
rs your maid Janet or Jeanette
Eeanchannp?"
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 tho
room. Bur before she had reached the
door the prosecutor had waved Mary
from the stand and the clerk called
| loudly:
Janet Beauchamp"
There was startled cry of oh mon
| Dieu!" and her Frenchwoma paused.
wringing her hands, the center of al
tention. She made a half movement
as II determined to escape any way
and defy the law, but the sight of the
police that guarded the exits and the
stern repetition OF her name brought
her reluctantly back. She murmured
Il little prayer ana crossed herself as
she took the oath but the cool friend
illness OF the prosecutors voice reas-
sured her.
GRO BE Continued -Morrow)