“Was the disagreement so serious as to put an end to your friendship?” inquired the detective.
“Yes,” she replied curtly, while an angry light came into her eyes.
“At what time did the gentleman leave you?” resumed the Coroner.
“It was very late;—after eleven, I think.”
“And you have not seen him again since then?”
“Certainly not,” she replied.
“Why did you not carry out your first intention of leaving the city on the following morning?”
The girl appeared slightly embarrassed as she answered: “I did not feel like paying visits just at the moment, and besides I had not enough money to carry me as far as Bar Harbor. My maid had most of my money, and I was no longer willing to borrow from my visitor, as I had intended doing.”
“Excuse my questioning you still further,” said the Coroner, with a glance of admiration at the beautiful girl, who was fretting under the examination, “but, why, then, didn’t you return to your home?”
“I did not wish to do so.” Then, catching Mr. Merritt’s eye, she added: “I had been a good deal upset by—by what had occurred the night before and felt the need of a day to myself. Besides, I had some shopping to do, and thought this a good opportunity to do it. I am going home this morning.”