"Yes; I wish to have another talk with Miss Langmore," he returned, and, brushing her aside, knocked on the girl's door, and was admitted. The woman pursed up her lips.
"How very important some of those city lawyers are," she muttered. "Think they know it all, I guess. Well, he'll have a job clearing her, if what Coroner Busby says is true."
"Oh, I did not know you were coming back!" exclaimed Margaret. "Has anything happened?"
"I want to know something about this, Miss Langmore," and he brought out the torn and wet shirtwaist. "Is it yours?"
"Oh, certainly; but where did it come from? And it is all torn, too!
It was almost new when I had it on last!"
"When was that?"
The girl thought for a moment, and then turned pale.
"On the morning that—that—"
"That the tragedy occurred?"
"Yes. I don't know what made me put it on, but I did."