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"She was not. Mrs. Langmore was a--a vixin, always afther findin'
fault, an' Oi wasn't on good terms wid her meself."
"Ah! Then you quarreled also?"
"Oh, no, sur, Oi knew me place, so Oi did, an' did me wurruk an' said nothin'. If it hadn't been fer Miss Margaret Oi'd a lift me job long ago. But she was such a noice girrul, an' so lonely loike, in the house wid that tongue-lasher--"
"Wait! wait! You say Miss Margaret and Mrs. Langmore quarreled. When did they quarrel last?"
At this question the domestic pursed up her lips and looked at Margaret.
"Oi have nothin' to say about that," she answered coldly.
This reply was a surprise to all, including Raymond. The coroner gazed at the witness sternly.
"You must answer," he said. "It is my duty to get at the bottom of this awful affair."
"Oi'll not answer," was the stubborn return.
CHAPTER XII
FOR AND AGAINST
There was a moment of intense silence throughout the courtroom. Every eye was turned on Mary Billings, who pursed up her lips more closely than ever.
"You'll not answer?" thundered Coroner Busby.
"Mr. Coroner," began Raymond, rising, "is it legally necessary that she answer? Remember, she is here without proper legal council."
"Silence! I--ahem--yes, she must answer, or I shall have to commit her, as a witness if for nothing else. Girl, are you going to answer or not?"
"Sure, an' Oi--"
"Chief, will you call a policeman?" went on the coroner, turning to the chief of police.
He was a fairly good judge of human character. At the sight of the bluecoat the domestic wilted and began to sob.
"Ohone! Ohone! don't take me to prison!" she wailed.
"You prefer to answer?"
"Yis, if Oi must. But Oi think Miss Margaret the swatest little lady--"
"Never mind that. When did the girl and her stepmother quarrel last?
Come now, tell me the plain truth," and the coroner put as much of sternness as possible in his voice.
"Well, thin, if yez has got to know, it was on the marnin' av the murders, sur," sniffled the servant girl.
"When was this?"
"Right afther breakfast. They had some words at the table, too."
"What was said? Repeat the exact words if you can," and the coroner leaned forward expectantly, while many in the courtroom held their breath.
"Mrs. Langmore said she wished Miss Margaret was off the face of the earth, an' that she'd be afther seein' that the dear girrul wasn't in the house much longer. 'Twas a very bitter scene, an' me heart wint out to the dear girrul--"
"And what did Miss Margaret reply to that?"
"She said it was her father's house, an' she would stay as long as her father wished her to. An' it was her father's house, too."
"And after that?"
"A whole lot more followed, which Oi didn't catch, fer Oi am no avesdropper. But Oi did hear Mrs. Langmore, in a perfect rage, cry out that she'd kill Miss Margaret if the girrul didn't moind her."
"And then?"
"Miss Margaret said she would do as she pl'ased--that she was her own mistress--an' Oi was glad to hear her say it. Mrs. Langmore went on wid her quarrel--sure, an' she had the divil's own tongue, so she had.
Thin she must have caught hould av Miss Margaret, fer Oi heard the girrul cry out to lit go or she'd stroike her down. Thin there was more wurruds, hotter an' hotter, an' Mrs. Langmore said she would make the girrul mind as sure as fate, an' thin Miss Margaret got roused up an' she said fer Mrs. Langmore to beware, that she had Southern blood in her veins, an' she wouldn't be accountable fer what she did, if her stepmother wint too far."
There was a pause, and a murmur ran the round of the little courtroom.
The testimony seemed to be highly important and many shook their heads.
The girl and her stepmother had certainly had a bitter quarrel, the girl had hot Southern blood in her veins, and the bitterness had ended in the tragedy. In the minds of many it was only a question of what the extenuating circ.u.mstances might be.
"Was Mr. Langmore present at this quarrel?" asked the coroner, after another pause.
"He was at the breakfast table, but afther that he wint to the bank."
"Did you hear anything more?"
"Not right away, sur. Oi wint to me work. Whin Mr. Langmore came from the bank Oi heard him talkin' to Miss Margaret."
"What was said then?"
"Oi dunno exactly, exceptin' that he said he was sorry she an' her stepmother had quarreled, an' he wanted her to make it up wid his woife."
"And what did Miss Margaret say to that?"
"She said that all she wanted was to be left alone."
"What else?"
"Oi didn't hear anything more, as Oi wint to the ciller fer coal. By an' by Oi see Miss Margaret in the garden cryin'. Oi wanted to go to her, but Mrs. Langmore kim to the kitchen an' Oi had to attind to me wurruk."
"How did Mrs. Langmore seem to appear when she came to the kitchen?"
"Sure an' she was very excited an' findin' more fault than iver. She stayed only a few minutes, an' thin wint to the library, an' that was the very last Oi saw av her. Oi'm sorry she's dead, but she had that divil's own temper!" And the domestic heaved a long sigh.