"When did you leave there?"
"It must have been midnight or later—oh, yes, I remember seeing the town clock as we passed through the square. That was just before one o'clock—perhaps ten or fifteen minutes. We were out late—every one was."
"Who was with you when you were going home?"
"My mother, and for a time Mr. Rawlins here—one of you gentlemen of the jury. He will know. Just as we left the library we were joined by Mr. Horace Brooks."
"Where did you go?"
"We three walked on together. It was at the second corner of the square, where Mulberry Street turns off, that Mr. Brooks left me."
Nels Jorgens, one of the jury, now spoke up. "That's true," said he. "I saw the three of them walking along the front of the square, and saw them turn in at Mulberry Street. Across from where I live I saw two people at the gate. It was a man—a tall man—and her—Aurora Lane."
"You yourself were not at the gate then?"
"No," said Don, "I had left just at the corner of the square."
"Why did you leave them?"