Your coming has done evil enough surely.' I couldn't catch his answer.
He took what she gave him, and Miss Inez burst out, as she always does,
in one of her tearing passions: 'How dare you say so, you wretch! whom
it is my bitterest shame to call brother. _But for you she would be
alive and well_--do you think I don't know it? Go! Living or dead,
I never want to look upon your face again.'"

The sensation in the court [said the _Chesholm Courier_] as the
witness repeated these words, was something indescribable. A low,
angry murmur ran from lip to lip; even the coroner turned pale.

"Witness," he said, "take care! You are on oath, remember. How can you
recall accurately word for word what you heard?"

"Are they the sort of words likely to be forgotten?" Jane Pool
retorted. "I know I'm on oath; I'll take five hundred oaths to these
words, if you like. Those were the very words Miss Inez Catheron spoke.
She called him her brother. She said but for him _she_ would be alive
to-night. Then he plunged into the wood and disappeared, and she went
back to the house. I hav'nt spoken of this to any one since. I wrote
the words down when I came in. Here is the writing."

She handed the coroner a slip of paper, on which what she had repeated
was written.

"I knew I would have to swear to it, so I wrote it down to make sure.
But my memory is good; I wouldn't have forgotten."

The witness was rigidly cross-examined, but nothing could shake her
testimony.