“What had she with her?”

“A small brown valise.”

“How was she dressed?”

“In a black and white dress and hat, with a long black coat.”

“What was the last you saw of her?”

“She was going across the Sixth Street bridge.”

“Alone?”

“No.  She went with a young man we knew.”

There was a stir in the court room at this.

“Who was the young man?”

“A Mr. Howell, a reporter on a newspaper here.”

“Have you seen Mr. Howell since your arrest?”

“No, sir.  He has been out of the city.”

I was so excited by this time that I could hardly hear.  I missed some of the cross-examination.  The district attorney pulled Mr. Ladley’s testimony to pieces.

“You cut the boat’s painter with your pocket-knife?”

“I did.”

“Then how do you account for Mrs. Pitman’s broken knife, with the blade in your room?”

“I have no theory about it.  She may have broken it herself.  She had used it the day before to lift tacks out of a carpet.”

That was true; I had.

“That early Monday morning was cold, was it not?”

“Yes.  Very.”

“Why did your wife leave without her fur coat?”

“I did not know she had until we had left the house.  Then I did not ask her.  She would not speak to me.”

“I see.  But is it not true that, upon a wet fur coat being shown you as your wife’s, you said it could not be hers, as she had taken hers with her?”

“I do not recall such a statement.”

“You recall a coat being shown you?”

“Yes.  Mrs. Pitman brought a coat to my door, but I was working on a play I am writing, and I do not remember what I said.  The coat was ruined.  I did not want it.  I probably said the first thing I thought of to get rid of the woman.”

I got up at that.  I’d held my peace about the bread-knife, but this was too much.  However, the moment I started to speak, somebody pushed me back into my chair and told me to be quiet.

“Now, you say you were in such a hurry to get this medicine for your wife that you cut the rope, thus cutting your wrist.”

“Yes.  I have the scar still.”

“You could not wait to untie the boat, and yet you went along the river-front to see how high the water was?”

“Her alarm had excited me.  But when I got out, and remembered that the doctors had told us she would never die in an attack, I grew more composed.”

“You got the medicine first, you say?”

“Yes.”

“Mr. Alexander has testified that you got the medicine at three-thirty.  It has been shown that you left the house at two, and got back about four.  Does not this show that with all your alarm you went to the river-front first?”

“I was gone from two to four,” he replied calmly.  “Mr. Alexander must be wrong about the time I wakened him.  I got the medicine first.”