“On the eleventh of this month.”
“The day succeeding the murder?”
“Yes.”
“How did you learn of it?”
“From a paper in the judge’s handwriting, found in Theodore’s desk, and enclosed in an envelope addressed ‘Mrs. Amelia Parlin; Mr. Theodore Wing; to be opened and read by the survivor, in event of the death of either, and until such death to remain unopened.’”
“Was this inscription also in the handwriting of your late husband?”
Now many noted that she had said “Judge Parlin,” and not “my late husband,” as if she would remind them from the start of the public’s share in his acts, rather than of her own.
“It was.”
“Please produce that paper.”
The witness drew forth a large square envelope and handed it to the coroner, who said to the jury: