"Mr. Warren's. She come on out to the curb an' called a taxicab."
"Where was the taxicab standing?"
"Parked against the curb on Atlantic Avenue about a hundred yards from the entrance in the direction of Jackson street."
"How did she act?"
"Kinder nervous like. Noticin' her come out I seen the taxi driver when he climbed back into his cab an' when he started her up. He picked up Mrs. Lawrence an' she put the suit-case in front beside him. Then they drove off. And that's all I know sir."
Carroll rose and walked slowly the length of the room.
"What did you think when you saw Mrs. Lawrence come out of the station alone carrying Mr. Warren's suit-case? When she did that and called a taxicab and went off in it alone?"
"Not knowin' about no killin', Mr. Carroll—I thought they'd got together and talked things over an' decided to call off the elopement!"
"You did—" Carroll paused. "And the first time you knew of Warren's death?"
"Was when I read the newspapers the next morning."