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224 THE COURT OF LONDON who was called in to attend upon her remonstrated with her upon the irritability which she showed toward Mrs. Lindley.” Here Caroline, who had kept her eyes fixed upon the floor from the first moment that the witness began speaking, looked suddenly up and exclaimed, ‘‘ Oh, if I might explain to your worship the reasons which made me hate and abhor that Mrs. Lindley —”’ ‘“‘ You shall speak presently,” interrupted the magistrate. Caroline stopped short, and as she glanced her eyes rapidly around, ere she bent them down again, she caught the reproving look which Counsellor Sharply threw upon her, for the learned gentleman was naturally horrified at the immense damage which the prisoner had just inflicted upon her own case by the admission which she had made relative to feelings of hatred and abhorrence in respect to the deceased. The female servant continued her deposition: “TI believe there was some quarrel or dispute between the deceased and Miss Walters the evening before the one on which the murder took place. For on that evening Mrs. Lindley locked Miss Walters up in her bedchamber; and all next day she was kept a prisoner in her room. I took up her meals, and each time when I went into the chamber I found Miss Walters very much excited, dashing her hand violently against her forehead, and muttering dark threats against Mrs. Lindley and her seducer. But she did not say who her seducer was; neither have I ever heard. It was about nine o’clock in the evening of the murder — that is to say, the evening before last — when I took up Miss Walters’s supper to her chamber. I placed the tray upon the table, wished her good night, and quitted the room. I locked the door outside, in obedience to strict orders which I had received from Mrs. Lindley. At a quarter to eleven Mrs. Lindley told me and my fellow servant that we might go up to bed, but that she intended to sit up a little longer. We bade her good night and left her in the parlour. That was the last time I saw her alive. It was about twenty minutes past eleven, when I and my fellow servant, who slept in the same room together, were alarmed by a sudden noise as if something was rushing wildly up the stairs from the bottom of the house to the top. We opened the door and heard the cat mewing and crying in a fearful manner, and COMICloo© S co im