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Then, at last we reached New York, and my daughter this one was sent to see Monsieur Holladay, while I was directed that I write to Céleste to Mademoiselle Holladay. She came that ver' afternoon," she continued, "and I told her that it was I who was her mother. He was with me, and displayed to her the papers of adoption. She could not but be convinced.
I had no intention of placing Miss Holladay on the witness stand, so I thought it best to proceed at once with the inquest. You must admit, sir, that, as the case stands, there's only one course open to me." "I fear so," assented the other sadly. "It's a most incomprehensible case.
She rose with flushing face as we entered, and stood looking at us without speaking; but, despite her admirable composure, I could guess how she was racked with anxiety. "Miss Holladay," began my chief, "this is Mr. Singleton, the district attorney, who wishes to ask you a few questions." "One question only," corrected Singleton, bowing.
"Were you at your father's office yesterday afternoon, Miss Holladay?" "No, sir," she answered, instantly and emphatically. "I have not been near my father's office for more than a week." I saw him studying her for a moment, then he bowed again. "That is all," he said. "I don't think the evidence justifies me in holding her, Mr. Royce," and he left the room.
"So Morg Holladay he got up and moved the Chair to appoint a committee of one or more to shoot up some deligate or, if desired, deligates, in the other crowd. But the Colonel said no. We wuz in a strange town, fur removed from the time-honored institutions of home, and the police mout be hosstile. Customs differed in different towns.
Rogers," said the coroner, when he had finished, "there is one point more. Has there been anything in your knowledge of Mr. Holladay or his business to suggest the idea of suicide?" The witness shook his head decidedly. "Nothing whatever, sir," he said positively. "His business was prospering; he was happy and contented why, he was planning for a trip abroad with his daughter."
Holladay to visit their native land in the spring of this year, and they were not able to resume their connection with the mission. The Rev. Joseph G. Cochran and wife, and Miss Mary Susan Rice, embarked for Oroomiah in June, 1847. The cholera, in its progress from the east, reached the plain of Oroomiah in the autumn of 1846, and about two thousand persons died in the city.
Not grief alone, I told myself, could have caused this breakdown; it was the secret weighing upon her. My companion noted the change, too, of course a greater change, perhaps, than my eyes could perceive and I saw how moved and shocked he was. "My dear Miss Holladay," he began, but she stopped him abruptly with a little imperative motion of the hand. "Pray do not," she whispered hoarsely.
I felt, rather than heard, the little stir which ran through the room. There was an indefinable horror in the story and in the conclusion to which it inevitably led. "Now, let us go back a moment," said the coroner, as Rogers stopped and mopped his forehead feverishly. "I want the jury to understand your story thoroughly. Mr. Holladay had been dictating to you?" "Yes." "And was quite well?"
I had met him first in connection with the Holladay case, when he had deserted the force temporarily to accept a place as star reporter on the yellowest of the dailies; but he had resigned that position in a moment of pique, and the department had promptly gobbled him up again. Fifteen minutes later his card was brought in to me, and I had him shown in at once.
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