A. “I didn’t notice any candle burning.”
Q. “Did you ever hear anyone quarreling with Mr. Ballau?”
A. “No.”
Q. “How did Mr. Ballau treat you?”
The housekeeper failed to answer. She was looking slowly around the room. Suddenly, with a cry, she fell forward. Her head lay on the table as the sound of hysterical weeping filled the place.
“That will be all, thank you,” said the coroner. A policeman assisted Jane to her feet and led her sobbing from the room.
“Call Mr. Donovan,” ordered the coroner.
Donovan, the doorman of the Hudson Apartments, in which building the dead man had lived, took his place stolidly in the witness chair. Under questioning he identified himself and his vocation.
Q. “Mr. Donovan, you were on duty, were you not, on the night Mr. Ballau met his death?”
A. “Yes, sir; I was that.”