His evidence was short, but very much to the point. On the seventeenth of September, as could be verified by the books, the firm had received an order for a woman's complete outfit, to be sent, C.O.D., to Mrs. James Pope at the Hotel D——, on Broadway. Sizes and measures and some particulars were stated, and as the order bore the words In haste underlined upon it, several clerks had assisted him in filling this order, which when filled had been sent by special messenger to the place designated.
Had he this order with him?
He had.
And could he identify the articles sent to fill it?
He could.
At which the Coroner motioned to an officer and a pile of clothing was brought forward from some mysterious corner and laid before the witness.
Immediately expectation rose to a high pitch, for every one recognized, or thought he did, the apparel which had been taken from the victim.
The young man, who was of the alert, nervous type, took up the articles one by one and examined them closely.
As he did so, the whole assembled crowd surged forward and lightning-like glances from a hundred eyes followed his every movement and expression.
"Are they the same?" inquired the Coroner.