"Had you seen him on the evening or night before the ulster was found?"
"I had not, nor for a couple of days."
"Have you any knowledge of Mr. White or of any one else having been at your house late that night or any knowledge of how the ulster came there?"
"I have not."
"It was through you, was it not, that its discovery was reported to the police?"
"It was; I heard of Mr. White's death, and considered it my duty to have so curious a coincidence reported."
"Thank you, Miss Stanton. I think that is all; we won't trouble you any longer," Dalton concluded.
The witness smiled her thanks brightly to her interrogator as she left the stand, but I thought she seemed troubled and somewhat sad too in spite of her apparent indifference. As she rejoined her companion she replaced her veil and, turning her back to the room, stood looking pensively out of the window.
The Inspector evidently considered that he had exhausted the witness, but I was far from satisfied and I meant sometime to see more of Miss Stanton; I felt that through her might yet be found a clue that would explain the presence of the ulster in that house.
Miss Stanton was succeeded on the stand by a flashy-looking man of the gambler type who gave his name as James Smith, and his occupation as dealer at a faro lay-out on Sixth Avenue near Twenty-seventh Street.