Warren had prepared his questions, and Mr. Dwight handed them one by one to the judge advocate.
"Do you own a cat?"
"I do, or rather, I did. She had to be chloroformed, much to Misery's delight."
"Misery?" Dwight was confused; he was not familiar with Misery, never having made his acquaintance. "Who is Misery?"
"My niece's dog. He hated that cat."
The judge advocate frowned as he consulted the defence's next question. "State to the court the exact day, and why, you chloroformed her."
"Let me see—it was the afternoon of Mrs. Arnold's ball, the sixth. The cat was run over just before my niece went out, and I asked her to buy some chloroform, thinking I might have to use it."
"Was the bottle full when the accused handed it to you?"
"To the best of my recollection it was."
"Did the accused appear excited or nervous when she returned with the chloroform?"