"And it was sent on June 24th."
"Yes, sir. It was entered in our book."
The book in question was produced and handed to the jury and the judge.
"That is all, Mrs. Assheton."
She stepped into the box, and smiled at Morris. There was no murmur of sympathy, no rustling; the whole thing was too tense.
"You returned home on June 24th last, from a visit to town?"
"Yes."
"At what time?"
"I could not say to the minute. But about eleven in the morning."
"You found letters waiting for you?"