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The big dining-room was packed with eager and excited spectators gathered together there to hear the evidence in connection with the tragic death of Robert Molyneux. It was 12 o'clock on the following morning, and only a few minutes before Cecil had crept wearily downstairs to give her evidence. There was hardly a soul there with whom she was not acquainted, with the exception of a pressman or two and an odd spectator here and there attracted by idle curiosity.
The first person called to give evidence was Cecil herself. She looked very white and fragile in her simple black dress as she came forward to give her testimony to the crowded room, where only a few hours before she had sat at dinner with the dead man at the other end of the table. She spoke in a low voice, but every word that she said was perfectly clear and distinct, and every syllable was followed with rapt attention by an audience who knew her domestic life almost as well as she knew it herself. She was strung up to high pitch now, and she did not spare her own feelings or the reputation of the man who had gone to his account.