"He did. I don't mind Misery. He's a good dog, as dogs go, and doesn't give me any trouble."
"Have you any questions to ask the witness, Mr. Senator?"
For reply Warren handed a sheet of paper to the judge advocate who read the two questions written on it slowly and one at a time.
"What did Captain Lloyd eat for lunch?"
"Let me see?" Mrs. Lane considered for a moment. "Cold bread, ham, pickles, and ginger bread—oh, and a cup of coffee."
"Did Captain Lloyd eat very heartily?"
"Well, he ate every scrap I sent up. Aunt Dinah brought the tray down stairs with her when she came back from telling the captain that Symonds wished to see him. There wasn't a morsel of food left on the plates."
"That is all," announced Warren; and at a signal from the judge advocate, Mrs. Lane left her chair and hastened out of the room.
Mrs. Warren, who had come with Mrs. Bennett, was sick at heart. It was obvious to all that her husband was fighting against heavy odds. A whisper here, a look there, showed that every spectator in the room thought Nancy guilty.
Mrs. Lane's place was taken by Mrs. Lewis, a frail, old lady whose timorous voice could hardly be heard as the judge advocate administered the oath to her.