"Troth, sir, and I don’t know. I don’t know anything about it."
"Was she dismissed?"
"Not as I knows on; her clothes is here."
"Oh, her clothes are here. At what hour did you miss her?"
"I did n’t miss her. She was here last night, and she is n’t here this morning, and so I says she's gone."
"Humph!" cried the coroner, casting a slow glance down the room, while every one present looked as if a door had suddenly opened in a closed wall.
"Where did this girl sleep?"
The cook, who had been fumbling uneasily with her apron, looked up.
"Shure, we all sleeps at the top of the house, sir."
"In one room?"
Slowly. "Yes, sir."
"Did she come up to the room last night?"
"Yes, sir."
"At what hour?"
"Shure, it was ten when we all came up. I heard the clock a-striking."
"Did you observe anything unusual in her appearance?"
"She had a toothache, sir."
"Oh, a toothache; what, then? Tell me all she did."
But at this the cook broke into tears and wails.
"Shure, she did n’t do nothing, sir. It was n’t her, sir, as did anything; don’t you believe it. Hannah is a good girl, and honest, sir, as ever you see. I am ready to swear on the Book as how she never put her hand to the lock of his door. What should she for? She only went down to Miss Eleanore for some toothache-
