"Well, what then?" impatiently.
"I—I—know her aunt very well, and Nancy stopped to ask how I was."
"Did she state what she was doing there?"
"Yes, sir. She told me she was waiting for Alice Cary, and had run down the back stairs to look for her dog, Misery, who she thought had probably sneaked down to the kitchen. We went upstairs together, and I went on to my room alone."
"Did the accused find her dog?"
"I reckon she did, though he wasn't in the hall then, because shortly after she rapped at my door to ask me to tell Alice Cary she couldn't wait any longer for her, and Misery came into my room while we were talking."
The judge advocate cleared his throat, and spoke impressively.
"Did the accused have a bottle and a pocket book in her hands?"
"I—I—can't say positively," stammered Mrs. Lewis, doubtfully. "It—it was dark in the hall, and I am quite near-sighted."
"How was the accused dressed when you saw her the first time?"