"Now, Mrs. Lewis, will you please speak louder in answering my questions?" requested the judge advocate. "Do you board at Mrs. Lane's?"
"Yes, sir."
"Where is your room?"
"On the third floor, front."
"Do you know the accused?"
"I do." Mrs. Lewis wiped her eyes; she was easily moved to tears.
"When did you last see her, and where?"
"On the sixth of March, last——"
"Go on, madam," urged the judge advocate, as her voice died away.
"I finished my dinner—I did not stay for dessert—and went upstairs to my room. I stopped a moment when I reached the second floor to rest—my breath is short these days—and I saw Miss Newton coming toward me from the back hall——"