Witness. "I can't be quite exact as to the time, but it was about twelve o'clock."
The Attorney-general. "Where was your bedroom situated?"
Witness. "On the second floor."
The Attorney-general. "And your mistress's?"
Witness. "On the first floor."
The Attorney-general. "By going out of your bedroom door into the passage and leaning over the balustrade, could you see down to the ground-floor?"
Witness. "Yes, pretty clearly. It was a straight view."
The Attorney-general. "You went to bed, you say, at about twelve o'clock. Before you retired had your master returned home?"
Witness. "Yes. I was undressing when I heard the street door open and close. Then I heard a carriage drive away. I stepped out of my room softly and looked over the balustrade to make sure that it was my master. At the moment I looked down I saw him turning off the gas in the hall."
The Attorney-general. "And you saw nothing more?"