Mrs. Thaw then detailed several instances. She said that one night while on Broadway in a cab, she and Thaw saw White. Thaw became much excited.
“I don’t know what you would call it,” she said, “but I would call it a fit. He cried and sobbed, and bit his nails and talked rapidly.”
“Did you ever see a man in an epileptic fit?” asked Mr. Jerome.
“I’ve seen cats.”
There was considerable laughter.
Mrs. Thaw said her husband told her that White was circulating scandalous stories about him and was plotting to have him killed.
Abe Hummel, a once brilliant and respected lawyer in New York with a large practice among theatrical people, was brought on the stand by the prosecution prepared to swear that Mrs. Thaw had made an affidavit in his presence that Harry had beat her in Paris.
The evidence was not admitted. Jerome tried, however, to prove that she had made the affidavit. Evelyn, who had left the courtroom, was recalled. She came drying her eyes and showing signs of bitter disappointment because she was not allowed to remain at her husband’s side.
“You’ve a brother, Howard Nesbit?” began Jerome.
“Yes, sir.”