White, millionaire, famous and feted, who, with noble aims ready for his mind, diverted his talent instead to hideous crimes.
The ordeal of the witness chair had made nervous wrecks of the frail woman and of her husband, for whose life she was battling. Young Thaw for the first time since the trial began had lost the spring in his step, and instead of walking briskly to his place at the table of his counsel he moved hesitatingly and looked constantly from left to right about the courtroom. The big crowd seemed to annoy him. The pallid face broke into a faint smile as the prisoner recognized his brother, Edward Thaw, who was the only member of the family in court.
"Call Mrs. Evelyn Nesbit Thaw to the stand," requested Mr. Delmas of the clerk.
When she appeared and took her place in the big witness chair Mrs. Thaw was dressed precisely as on the previous day. She was extremely pale and her lips trembled visibly as she replied to the first simple question asked her by counsel.
"Please relate what you told Mr. Thaw besides what you stated before," said Mr. Delmas, looking at Jerome, as if to say, "You cannot stop me now."
"He asked me how I came to speak to Stanford White after my return from Europe," said Mrs. Thaw. "I told him I was driving down Fifth avenue one day in a hansom cab with my maid and we passed
