it because she said it was too young for her."
"How old was Mrs. Whittall?"
"Thirty-seven, Madame...She wasn't old at all!" the girl went on warmly. "She was beautiful! She was beautiful all over!"
"Where did she keep her revolver?" asked Mme. Storey.
"In the top drawer of the chiffonier in the bedroom. I could feel it lying at the bottom of the drawer when I put things away."
"Were you in the bedroom when you were dressing her that Sunday night?"
"No, Madame; in the dressing-room, which adjoined."
she was a very reticent woman, who spoke little about her own affairs.
Mr. Whittall testified that the revolver found in the dead woman's hand was one which he had given her some three months previously. It was a Matson, 32 calibre, an automatic of the latest pattern. She had not asked for a gun. He