"More than once?"
"Yes, several times."
"Have you those letters?"
"No; I destroyed them."
"Could you give me an idea of those letters?"
Hanscom interposed: "She can't do that, Mr. Coroner. It is evident that
they were vile."
The coroner passed this point. "You say he called at your house--how
many times?"
"Two or three, I think."
"Was your father at home each time?"
"Once I was alone."
"Did you meet Watson then?"
"No. I saw him coming in the gate and I went inside and locked the
door."
"What happened then?"
"He beat on the door, and when I failed to reply he went away."
"Was he drunk?"
"He might have been. He seemed more like an insane man to me."