“‘Mr. Quillet,’ said Lottie, ‘please loan me the note about which Mr. Dabbs testified.’
“Mr. Quillet handed it to her.
“‘Mr. Bowles, did you write that note?’
“‘No, I did not.’
“‘Mr. Bowles, don’t you know that that letter was intended for the woman whom you represented to be your wife, and not for Miss Viola Bramlett?’
“‘I know nothing whatever about that note.’
“‘Don’t you know that the woman with whom you lived in New Orleans, the same one you represented to be your wife, is now living in the city of Memphis?’
“‘No, I do not.’
“‘The witness may stand aside,’ said Lottie, as she turned round and whispered to me.
“‘Eddie, we have got the birds in the trap at last! I will spring the trigger when the next witness takes the stand.’