But it was proved, very gently and firmly, that she had said nothing of the kind to the gentleman from Scotland Yard who had taken down her first account--in fact, to him she had declared confidently that the man had carried nothing--nothing at all; that she had seen his arms swinging up and down.
One fact--if fact it could be called--the coroner did elicit.
Lizzie Cole suddenly volunteered the statement that as he had passed her window he had looked up at her.

This was quite a new statement.
"He looked up at you ?" repeated the coroner.

"You said nothing of that in your examination." "I said nothink because I was scared--nigh scared to death!" "If you could really see his countenance, for we know the night was dark and foggy, will you please tell me what he was like ?" But the coroner was speaking casually, his hand straying over his desk; not a creature in that court now believed the woman's story.
"Dark!" she answered dramatically.

"Dark, almost black! If you can take my meaning, with a sort of nigger look." And then there was a titter.

Even the jury smiled.