“So he took me up some stairs to the floor above, where there were very beautiful decorations,” went on Mrs. Thaw. “I played for him, and he took me into another room. That room was a bedroom. On a small table stood a bottle of champagne and one glass. Mr. White poured out just one glass for me, and I paid no attention to it. Mr. White went away, came back and said: ‘I decorated this room, myself.’ Then he asked me why I was not drinking my champagne and I said I did not like it; it tasted bitter. But he persuaded me to drink it and I did.
“A few moments after I had drank it there began a pounding and thumping in my ears and the room got all black.”
Mrs. Thaw was almost in tears at this statement.
“When I came to myself I was greatly frightened and I started to scream. Mr. White came and
EVELYN NESBIT
Picture taken in Stanford White’s studio.
tried to quiet me. As I sat up I saw mirrors all over. I began to scream again, and Mr. White asked me to keep quiet, saying that it was all over.