Her voice sank just a trifle:
"On the bridge at Warren Street."
"What did you do with it then?"
Her eyes which had been upon the Attorney's face, fell slowly.
"I dropped it into the water," she said.
And the character of her thoughts and suspicions at that time stood revealed.
The Prosecuting Attorney allowed himself a few more questions.
"When you parted with the prisoner in the woods, was it with any arrangement for meeting again before he returned to Buffalo?"
"No, sir."
"Give us the final words of your conversation, if you please."