"What is your full name, and where do you live?" asked the Coroner.
"My name is Susan Ferguson, and I live in Haddam, Connecticut," was her reply, uttered in such soft and beautiful tones that every one was astonished. It was like a stream of limpid water flowing from a most unsightly-looking rock. Excuse the metaphor; I do not often indulge.
"Do you keep boarders?"
"I do; a few, sir; such as my house will accommodate."
"Whom have you had with you this summer?"
I knew what her answer would be before she uttered it; so did a hundred others, but they showed their knowledge in different ways. I did not show mine at all.
"I have had with me," said she, "a Mr. and Mrs. Van Burnam from New York. Mr. Howard Van Burnam is his full name, if you wish me to be explicit."
"Any one else?"
"A Mr. Hull, also from New York, and a young couple from Hartford. My house accommodates no more."
"How long have the first mentioned couple been with you?"