WEAVING THE WEB
The court convened promptly at nine o'clock the next morning. The first
witness summoned by the judge advocate was Doctor Ward. After the usual
preliminaries had been gone through with, he testified that he had
reached Mrs. Lane's boarding house five minutes after Symonds' message
had been delivered to him. He was shown at once to Captain Lloyd's
room.
"I hastily examined Captain Lloyd, and found there was no hope of
resuscitating him. He had apparently been dead for some hours,"
continued the doctor, in answer to a question put by the judge
advocate. "I then turned my attention to Major Goddard, who was still
lying on the floor. There were two single beds in the room, and Symonds
and I lifted the major on to his, after I had dressed his wound."
"Kindly describe Major Goddard's condition when you first examined
him."
"Major Goddard lay with his head on the hearth. Apparently in falling
he had struck the side of his head against the sharp edge of the iron
fender. It had made a jagged cut, which bled profusely. The blow
undoubtedly stunned him; but I think his long unconsciousness was due
to the loss of blood caused by a hemorrhage from the nose."
"What do you think caused his fall?"
"Possibly vertigo. The hemorrhage points to that. Major Goddard was in
a weakened condition before his fall from wounds received about the
head from an explosion of an old-fashioned pistol some time in
February, which had blinded him."
"Is Major Goddard totally blind?"
"At present he is, sir."
"Is there then a prospect of his regaining his sight?"
"It is just possible." Ward's eyes traveled in Nancy's direction. "I do
not consider his case entirely hopeless." He smiled in sympathy, as her
eyes lighted with pleasure.
The judge advocate paused to make an entry on his pad, then resumed his
examination. "What did you do next, Doctor?"
"I sent a note to the United States Sanitary Commission, asking them to
send me a nurse at once."
"Did the Secret Service agent, John Symonds, speak to you of a
pocketbook or a despatch?"
"He did, sir. Said that they were both missing from Captain Lloyd's
coat pocket. I helped him search the rooms for them, but could find no
trace of either of them."
"What did you do after the arrival of the provost marshal?"
"I conferred with him about Captain Lloyd. Considering the mystery
surrounding his sudden death, we both deemed it expedient to hold an
autopsy at once; so his body was removed to the city morgue."
"Did you hold the said autopsy?"
"I did, sir, in the presence of the coroner and Surgeon McBride. Here
is the report of the result." He searched among his papers, and handed
one of the sheets to the judge advocate, who, before inserting it in
his book, read its contents aloud:
"After a prolonged and careful examination we found no wound or
mark of violence on Captain Lloyd's body; nor any trace of poison
in his system. Therefore, we are obliged to believe, in the absence
of any particular symptom or pathological appearance, that he died
from some cause or causes to us unknown.
"It is just possible that the last five days in the saddle without
sufficient food or sleep might have produced a paralysis of the
heart which left no symptom.
"WILLIAM MCBRIDE,
_Surgeon, Kalorama Hospital._
JAMES RICHARDS, M.D.,
_Coroner, District of Columbia._
"_March 7th, 1865._"
"I see that you have not signed this report, Doctor," exclaimed the
judge advocate, in surprise.
"I did not entirely agree with my colleagues," explained Doctor Ward.
"I contend that the symptoms would be the same if Captain Lloyd had
been suffocated by some anæsthetic such as chloroform."
"Did you detect any odor of chloroform about Captain Lloyd?"
"No. It evaporates quickly, and the room was well ventilated by
currents of fresh night air from the open window."
"Did you find a bottle which might have contained chloroform anywhere
in Captain Lloyd's apartment?"
"No, sir; but, then, I did not look for such a bottle until after the
autopsy."
"Could it have been removed in the interval?"
"Possibly; but I hardly think it likely. The provost marshal had placed
all the boarders and Mrs. Lane under arrest, and stationed a guard
about the house. No one could enter the captain's two rooms, except,"
remembering Baker's intrusion, "the head of the Secret Service Bureau,
and officers of the provost guard."
"I have no further questions to ask you now, Doctor. Mr. Senator, will
you take the witness?"
Warren, who had followed Ward's testimony with the closest attention,
tore off a sheet from his pad, and passed it over to the judge advocate
to read aloud.
"Is it not possible that Captain Lloyd died from apoplexy, Doctor?"
"No, Mr. Senator. I examined the brain, and found no indication of
apoplexy, although there was a slight, very slight congestion
noticeable at the base of the brain."
Warren quickly wrote another question, and handed it to the judge
advocate, who was busy entering his first question and its answer in
his record.
"Symonds testified yesterday that Captain Lloyd lay in bed as if
asleep. If he had been suffocated, would not convulsions have ensued?"
"Some muscular contractions," admitted Ward, "but not enough to throw
off the heavy quilt which Symonds told me covered his body when he
first approached Captain Lloyd."
Again Warren wrote another question, which the judge advocate read
aloud after a moment's pause.
"Are you willing to swear, Doctor Ward, that Captain Lloyd could not
possibly have died from natural causes?"
"Natural causes?" echoed the doctor. "I don't catch your meaning, Mr.
Senator. A man's natural state is living. It is unnatural for him to
die."
Quickly Warren's hand traveled over the paper; then he tossed the slip
to the judge advocate.
"I will amend my question," read the latter. "Do you think it possible
that the captain died from one of the diseases of nature, such as heart
failure, and so on?"
"No, Mr. Senator, I do not," declared Ward positively. "I am willing to
go on oath that Captain Lloyd was killed by a person or persons
unknown."
Warren reddened, and bit his lip. "I have no further questions to ask,"
he said abruptly.
"Does the court desire to examine this witness?" inquired the judge
advocate. The president replied in the negative, and Ward was then
excused. The next witness was Coroner Richards, who stated that, in his
opinion, Captain Lloyd might have died from an attack of heart failure
superinduced by the fatigue of five days in the saddle with
insufficient food or sleep. His testimony was corroborated by Surgeon
McBride. Warren refused to cross-examine the surgeon, and he was
excused. He was followed on the stand by Mrs. Lane, a tall, raw-boned
woman of middle age.
"How long have you kept your boarding house on F Street?" asked the
judge advocate, after Mrs. Lane had been duly sworn and had answered
the usual questions as to her full name, age, and length of residence
in Washington.
"Six years," was the brief reply. Mrs. Lane never wasted words, if she
could help it.
"For how long a time had Captain Lloyd boarded with you?"
"He took the rooms with me the middle of last December, but did not
spend much of his time in Washington."
"Was he a good tenant?"
"Yes, sir," with more enthusiasm. "He was quiet, never found fault, and
always paid promptly."
"Do you usually supply your boarders with sitting room and bedroom?"
"Oh, no. Captain Lloyd told me he desired privacy; and, as he offered
me fair payment for the two bedrooms, I moved the bed and bureau out of
the front room and put them in Captain Lloyd's own bedroom, because he
often had men stay nights with him. I fixed up the front room as a
sitting room. He had his meals served there whenever he came back in
time for them; he wasn't very regular about returning for them, and
spent most of his days out of the house."
"When did Major Goddard first come to visit his friend, Captain Lloyd?"
"About the last of January. Captain Lloyd sent for me and asked me to
get the extra bed ready, which I did," she supplemented.
"Did you ever hear Captain Lloyd and Major Goddard quarreling?"
"No, sir; I never did."
"Did they seem to be on good terms _all_ the time, Mrs. Lane?" with
emphasis.
"Yes. They were the best of friends. Several of my boarders spoke to me
of it. Captain Lloyd was so stand-offish and morose that they could not
understand Major Goddard's affection for him."
"Was Captain Lloyd on good terms with your other boarders?"
"I believe he was. I never heard otherwise, but he did not see much of
anyone in the house."
"Did he receive many visitors?"
"No, sir; only members of the Secret Service, or army officers."
"When did you last see Captain Lloyd alive?"
"On the afternoon of March sixth. I did not know he had returned to
town until he sent word by my cook that he would like a cold lunch."
"Why did he send that message by the cook?"
"Because I had discharged my two worthless maids that afternoon, and
the new ones I had engaged hadn't come. The cook was the only servant I
had in the house that afternoon."
"Did your cook carry Captain Lloyd's lunch up to him?"
"No, I did. The cook only let him in when he returned."
"Did Captain Lloyd look ill when you saw him that afternoon?"
"No, indeed; only very tired. He told me he was half dead for want of
sleep and could hardly keep his eyes open."
"Was Major Goddard with him?"
"No, sir. Major Goddard had gone out driving before Captain Lloyd
returned."
"Did you let Major Goddard in when he got back from his drive?"
"No, sir. Captain Lloyd had given his latch key to the major before the
latter left Winchester. So the attendant who accompanied Major Goddard
used the latch key and they let themselves in that afternoon."
"Is it your custom to give latch keys to your boarders?"
"I don't do it usually, sir; but Captain Lloyd was in and out of the
house at all hours."
"Did you hear any unusual noise in Captain Lloyd's room that afternoon
or night?"
"No, sir, I did not. As I said before, the cook was the only servant in
the house, and I had to help her in the kitchen."
"Do you know the accused?"
"I do, sir."
"When did you last see her and where?"
"I saw her on the afternoon of the sixth of March when she came to my
house to see her friend, Miss Alice Cary."
Her words created a small sensation, and the President had to rap
repeatedly for order before quiet was restored. Nancy had told Warren
in their interview on Sunday that she had been to the boarding-house,
so he was prepared for the testimony, and no one could read from his
expressionless face what he thought of the new development.
"Did the accused see you?" asked the judge advocate.
"She did," retorted Mrs. Lane. "I let her in."
"Did she go into your parlor?"
"No, sir. She came just as dinner was being served. I told her that
Miss Cary was out, but that she had left word she would be back by
half-past five. Miss Newton seemed very anxious to see Miss Cary, so I
told her to go right to her friend's room and wait there."
"Where is Miss Cary's room located?"
"On the third floor, back."
"Wasn't it unusual to send her upstairs instead of having her wait in
the parlor?"
"No, indeed. She and Miss Cary are very intimate, and they often spend
the day together, either at my house or at Miss Metoaca Newton's."
"Did the accused have a bundle with her?"
"She did."
"Was it a bottle?" eagerly. The court and spectators leaned forward to
catch the reply.
"I couldn't tell, sir. It _seemed_ to be a box of candy."
"What made you think that?"
"The way her dog kept smelling at it, and then it was shaped like a
box."
"Did the dog accompany the accused into the house?"
"He did. I don't mind Misery. He's a good dog, as dogs go, and doesn't
give me any trouble."
"Have you any questions to ask the witness, Mr. Senator?"
For reply Warren handed a sheet of paper to the judge advocate who read
the two questions written on it slowly and one at a time.
"What did Captain Lloyd eat for lunch?"
"Let me see?" Mrs. Lane considered for a moment. "Cold bread, ham,
pickles, and ginger bread--oh, and a cup of coffee."
"Did Captain Lloyd eat very heartily?"
"Well, he ate every scrap I sent up. Aunt Dinah brought the tray down
stairs with her when she came back from telling the captain that
Symonds wished to see him. There wasn't a morsel of food left on the
plates."
"That is all," announced Warren; and at a signal from the judge
advocate, Mrs. Lane left her chair and hastened out of the room.
Mrs. Warren, who had come with Mrs. Bennett, was sick at heart. It was
obvious to all that her husband was fighting against heavy odds. A
whisper here, a look there, showed that every spectator in the room
thought Nancy guilty.
Mrs. Lane's place was taken by Mrs. Lewis, a frail, old lady whose
timorous voice could hardly be heard as the judge advocate administered
the oath to her.
"Now, Mrs. Lewis, will you please speak louder in answering my
questions?" requested the judge advocate. "Do you board at Mrs.
Lane's?"
"Yes, sir."
"Where is your room?"
"On the third floor, front."
"Do you know the accused?"
"I do." Mrs. Lewis wiped her eyes; she was easily moved to tears.
"When did you last see her, and where?"
"On the sixth of March, last----"
"Go on, madam," urged the judge advocate, as her voice died away.
"I finished my dinner--I did not stay for dessert--and went upstairs to
my room. I stopped a moment when I reached the second floor to rest--my
breath is short these days--and I saw Miss Newton coming toward me from
the back hall----"
"Well, what then?" impatiently.
"I--I--know her aunt very well, and Nancy stopped to ask how I was."
"Did she state what she was doing there?"
"Yes, sir. She told me she was waiting for Alice Cary, and had run down
the back stairs to look for her dog, Misery, who she thought had
probably sneaked down to the kitchen. We went upstairs together, and I
went on to my room alone."
"Did the accused find her dog?"
"I reckon she did, though he wasn't in the hall then, because shortly
after she rapped at my door to ask me to tell Alice Cary she couldn't
wait any longer for her, and Misery came into my room while we were
talking."
The judge advocate cleared his throat, and spoke impressively.
"Did the accused have a bottle and a pocket book in her hands?"
"I--I--can't say positively," stammered Mrs. Lewis, doubtfully. "It--it
was dark in the hall, and I am quite near-sighted."
"How was the accused dressed when you saw her the first time?"
"She had on her hat, but no coat. The last time I saw her she was
dressed for the street."
"Did you notice anything unusual about the accused when you met her in
the hall?"
"She looked excited and frightened, and very pale."
The judge advocate smiled with satisfaction; he was piling up damaging
facts against Nancy. He signed to Warren to cross-examine the witness;
but his smile changed to a frown when he read Warren's first question.
"Will you kindly explain to this court how you could see in a dark hall
that Miss Newton 'looked excited and frightened, and very pale,' when
you have just testified that you are too near-sighted to have seen so
large an object as a bottle or a pocket-book in Miss Newton's hands?"
"I do-don't understand?" quavered Mrs. Lewis. The judge advocate
repeated the question with more emphasis.
"I guess I just thought she looked excited and frightened," admitted
the confused old lady reluctantly.
"That is all," exclaimed Warren, and Mrs. Lewis left the chair
dissolved in tears.