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The defense did an unexpected thing in putting Mr. Ladley on the stand. That day, for the first time, he showed the wear and tear of the ordeal. He had no flower in his button-hole, and the rims of his eyes were red. But he was quite cool. His stage training had taught him not only to endure the eyes of the crowd, but to find in its gaze a sort of stimulant. He made a good witness, I must admit.
"Lost the slip " "Didn't go to the hotel. She went to a private house." "Eliza Shaeffer." Who went to a private house? Jennie Brice? 2:30 Can not hear. Are whispering. The visitor has given Ladley roll of bills. 4:00 Followed the visitor, a tall man with a pointed beard. He went to the Liberty Theater. Found it was Bronson, business manager there. Who is Llewellyn, and who is Eliza Shaeffer?
Then I turned and went up-stairs, weak in the knees, to put on my hat and coat. I had made up my mind that there had been murder done. I looked at my clock as I went down-stairs. It was just twelve-thirty. I thought of telephoning for Mr. Reynolds to meet me, but it was his lunch hour, and besides I was afraid to telephone from the house while Mr. Ladley was in it. Peter had been whining again.
Throw it out. And, by the way, I'm sorry, but I set fire to one of the pillow-slips dropped asleep, and my cigarette did the rest. Just put it on the bill." He pointed to the bed. One of the pillows had no slip, and the ticking cover had a scorch or two on it. I went over and looked at it. "The pillow will have to be paid for, too, Mr. Ladley," I said.
"'Employing his leisure time in writing a play " quoted Mr. Howell. "Exactly. 'The husband and wife were not on good terms. They quarreled frequently. On Sunday they fought all day, and Mrs. Ladley told Mrs. Pitman she was married to a fiend. At four o'clock Sunday afternoon, Philip Ladley went out, returning about five. Mrs. Pitman carried their supper to them at six, and both ate heartily.
The sister wrote I heard later that Jennie had been unhappy with Philip Ladley, and afraid he would kill her. And Miss Hope told the same story. But there was no corpus, as the lawyers say, and finally the police had to free Mr. Ladley. Beyond making an attempt to get bail, and failing, he had done nothing.
When he accepted, Philip Ladley maintained that he meant only to carry out the plan as suggested. But the temptation was too strong for him. That night, while his wife slept, he had strangled her. I believe he was frantic with fear, after he had done it. Then it occurred to him that if he made the body unrecognizable, he would be safe enough. On that quiet Sunday night, when Mr.
"And what's more," I flashed, "if he has a cut on his wrist, he put it there himself, to account for the towel." I was sorry the next moment that I had said it, but it was too late. The counsel for the defense moved to exclude the answer and I received a caution that I deserved. Then: "You saw Mr. Ladley when he brought your boat back?" "Yes." "What time was that?"
Reynolds reported all peaceful in the Ladley room, he had cut off the poor wretch's head and had tied it up in a pillow-slip weighted with my onyx clock! It is a curious fact about the case that the scar which his wife incurred to enable her to marry him was the means of his undoing.
Perhaps it seems strange, but from the moment I missed that clock my rage at Mr. Ladley increased to a fury. It was all I had had left of my former gentility. When times were hard and I got behind with the rent, as happened now and then, more than once I'd been tempted to sell the clock, or to pawn it. But I had never done it.
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