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 anger crept into her big limpid eyes. She was about to break down when the hearing for the day was ended. It was a spell of sorrow to her husband and terror to the woman.

Another day of torture was in store and it came with the morrow. Jerome had prepared to make the ordeal terrific and under his pitiless lash Evelyn fell like a stricken doe. Jerome read his questions from notes carefully prepared, realizing it was useless to attempt to ensnare the witness any other way. Although he brought tears to her eyes, and caused her to wince again and again, she stuck to her story bravely.

"Did you continue to believe all women were what Stanford White told you until you talked with Thaw in Paris in 1903?" he thundered.

"Yes, sir," replied Mrs. Thaw meekly.

Then Jerome proved that Mrs. Thaw had visited a place in Paris called the Dead Rat in company with Harry Thaw.

"Before the time you left Paris, had you any appreciation that such things as you have described were considered as improper and positively wrong?"

"Not until my talk with Mr. Thaw."

"Before that you didn't believe it wrong; you did not think it improper?"

"Oh, yes."

"Very wrong?"