She
wakened as I came in. She was disagreeable about the length of time I
had been gone, and would not let me explain. We--quarreled, and she
said she was going to leave me. I said that as she had threatened this
before and had never done it, I would see that she really started. At
daylight I rowed her to Federal Street."
"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.
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