He got up and opened a table drawer.
"I"ve got a copy of the coroner"s inquest here. It will bear going over.
And it may help you to remember, too. We needn"t read it all. There"s a lot that isn"t pertinent."
He got out a long envelope, and took from it a number of typed pages, backed with a base of heavy paper.
""Inquest in the Coroner"s office on the body of Howard Lucas,"" he read. ""October 10th, 1911." That was the second day after. "Examination of witnesses by Coroner Samuel J. Burkhardt. Mrs. Lucas called and sworn."" He glanced at d.i.c.k and hesitated. "I don"t know about this to-night, Livingstone. You look pretty well shot to pieces."
"I didn"t sleep last night. I"m all right. Go on."
During the reading that followed he sat back in his deep chair, his eyes closed. Except that once or twice he clenched his hands he made no movement whatever.
Q. "What is your name?"
A. "Anne Elizabeth Lucas. My stage name is Beverly Carlysle."
Q. "Where do you live, Mrs. Lucas?"
A. "At 26 East 56th Street, New York City."
Q. "I shall have to ask you some questions that are necessarily painful at this time. I shall be as brief as possible. Perhaps it will be easier for you to tell so much as you know of what happened the night before last at the Clark ranch."
A. "I cannot tell very much. I am confused, too. I was given a sleeping powder last night. I can only say that I heard a shot, and thought at first that it was fired from outside. I ran down the stairs, and back to the billiard room. As I entered the room Mr. Donaldson came in through a window. My husband was lying on the floor. That is all."
Q. "Where was Judson Clark?"
A. "He was leaning on the roulette table, staring at the--at my husband."
Q. "Did you see him leave the room?"
A. "No. I was on my knees beside Mr. Lucas. I think when I got up he was gone. I didn"t notice."
Q. "Did you see a revolver?"
A. "No. I didn"t look for one."
Q. "Now I shall ask you one more question, and that is all. Had there been any quarrel between Mr. Lucas and Mr. Clark that evening in your presence?"
A. "No. But I had quarreled with them both. They were drinking too much. I had gone to my room to pack and go home. I was packing when I heard the shot."
Witness excused and Mr. John Donaldson called.
Q. "What is your name?"
A. "John Donaldson."
Q. "Where do you live?"
A. "At the Clark ranch."
Q. "What is your business?"
A. "You know all about me. I"m foreman of the ranch."
Q. "I want you to tell what you know, Jack, about last night. Begin with where you were when you heard the shot."
A. "I was on the side porch. The billiard room opens on to it. I"d been told by the corral boss earlier in the evening that he"d seen a man skulking around the house. There"d been a report like that once or twice before, and I set a watch. I put Ben Haggerty at the kitchen wing with a gun, and I took up a stand on the porch. Before I did that I told Judson, but I don"t think he took it in. He"d been lit up like a house afire all evening. I asked for his gun, but he said he didn"t know where it was, and I went back to my house and got my own. Along about eight o"clock I thought I saw some one in the shrubbery, and I went out as quietly as I could. But it was a woman, Hattie Thorwald, who was working at the ranch.
"When I left the men were playing roulette. I looked in as I went back, and Judson had a gun in his hand. He said; "I found it, Jack." I saw he was very drunk, and I told him to put it up, I"d got mine. It had occurred to me that I"d better warn Haggerty to be careful, and I started along the verandah to tell him not to shoot except to scare. I had only gone a few steps when I heard a shot, and ran back. Mr. Lucas was on the floor dead, and Judson was as the lady said. He must have gone out while I was bending over the body."
Q. "Did you see the revolver in his hand?"
A. "No."
Q. "How long between your warning Mr. Clark and the shot?"
A. "I suppose I"d gone a dozen yards."
Q. "Were you present when the revolver was found?"
A. "No, sir."
Q. "Did you see Judson Clark again?"
A. "No, sir. From what I gather he went straight to the corral and got his horse."
Q. "You entered the room as Mrs. Lucas came in the door?"
A. "Well, she"s wrong about that. She was there a little ahead of me.
She"d reached the body before I got in. She was stooping over it."
Ba.s.sett looked up from his reading.
"I want you to get this, Livingstone," he said. "How did she reach the billiard room? Where was it in the house?"
"Off the end of the living-room."
"A large living-room?"
"Forty or forty-five feet, about."
"Will you draw it for me, roughly?"
He pa.s.sed over a pad and pencil, and d.i.c.k made a hasty outline. Ba.s.sett watched with growing satisfaction.
"Here"s the point," he said, when d.i.c.k had finished. "She was there before Donaldson, or at the same time," as d.i.c.k made an impatient movement. "But he had only a dozen yards to go. She was in her room, upstairs. To get down in that time she had to leave her room, descend a staircase, cross a hall and run the length of the living-room, forty-five feet. If the case had ever gone to trial she"d have had to do some explaining."
"She or Donaldson," d.i.c.k said obstinately.