I never looked into them." "And felt nothing there ?" "No, sir." "Took nothing out ?" "No, sir." "Then or when you unharnessed your horse, or afterward, as you passed back to the house ?" "No, sir." "What path did you take in returning to the house ?" "There is only one." "Did you walk straight through it ?" "As straight as I could.

It was snowing heavily, and I was dizzy and felt strange, I may have zigzagged a little." "Did you zigzag enough to go back of the stable ?" "Oh, no." "You are sure that you did not wander in back of the stable ?" "As sure as I can be of anything." "Miss Cumberland, I have but a few more questions to ask.

Will you look at this portion of a broken bottle ?" "I see it, sir." "Will you take it in your hand and examine it carefully ?" She reached out her hand; it was trembling visibly and her face expressed a deep distress, but she took the piece of broken bottle and looked at it before passing it back.
"Miss Cumberland, did you ever see that bit of broken glass before ?" She shook her head.

Then she cast a quick look at her brother, and seemed to gain an instantaneous courage.
"No," said she.

"I may have seen a whole bottle like that, at some time in the club-house, but I have no memory of this broken end--none at all." "I am obliged to you, Miss Cumberland.