“I shall not detain you long,” said Mr. Stockwell when his legal opponent desisted from further cross-examination. “You were married to Mr. Pickering on Thursday morning by special license?”
“Yes.”
“He had executed a marriage settlement securing you £400 a year for life?”
“Yes.”
“And, after the accident, you remained with him until he died?”
“Yes—God help me!”
“Thank you. That is all.”
“Just one moment,” interposed the Coroner. “Were you previously acquainted with this man, Marshall, the groom?”
“No, sir. I saw him for the first time in my life when he met me at the hotel door and asked me if I was Miss Thwaites.”