“Your name is Miss Constant Listener?”
“Yes, sir.”
“What did you hear at four o’clock in the afternoon of September eighteenth?”
“I heard a terrible shriek from the hall outside my door.”
“Describe your movements.”
“I rose, went into the hall, saw the remains of the defunct S. Keeter, and the prisoner with blood upon her hand!”
“Did she say anything?”
“‘I’ve killed him!’ she said, gloating in her crime.”
“That is all.”
“Does the defense desire to question this witness?”