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Holladay Case

<h2>CHAPTER II</h2> <h3>In the Grip of Circumstance</h3> The outer room was crowded from end to end, and the atmosphere reeked with unpleasant dampness. Only behind the little railing before the coroner's desk was there breathing space, and we sank into our seats at the table there with a sigh of relief. One never realizes how many newspapers there are in New York until one attends an important criminal case—that brings their people out in droves and swarms. The reporters took up most of the space in this small room, paper and pencils were everywhere in evidence, and in one corner there was a man with a camera stationed, determined, I suppose, to get a photograph of our client, should she be called to the stand, since none could be obtained in any other way. I saw Singleton, the district attorney,[Pg 16] come in and sit down near the coroner, and then the jury filed in from their room and took their seats. I examined them, man by man, with some little anxiety, but they all seemed intelligent and fairly well-to-do. Mr. Royce was looking over their names, and he checked them off carefully as the clerk called the roll. Then he handed the list up to the coroner with a little nod. "Go ahead," he said. "They're all right, I guess—they look all right." "It's a good jury," replied the coroner, as he took the paper. "Better than usual. Are you ready, Mr. Singleton?" "Yes," said the district attorney. "Oh, wait a minute," he added, and he got up and came down to our table. "You're going to put Miss Holladay on the stand, I suppose——" "And expose her to all this?" and our junior looked around the room. "Not if I can help it!" "I don't see how you can help it. An[Pg 17] alibi's the only thing that can save her from being bound over." "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it," retorted Mr. Royce. "I think the case against her will soon die of inanition." "Oh, very well," and Singleton abruptly went back to his desk, biting his mustache thoughtfully. He had made something of a reputation, since his election a year before, as a solver of abstruse criminal problems, and had secured a conviction in two or three capital cases which had threatened for a time to baffle the police. He evidently scented something of the same kind here, or he would have entrusted the case to one of his assistants. It might be added that, while his successes had made him immensely popular with the multitude, there had been, about one or two of them, a hint of unprofessional conduct, which had made his brethren of the bar look rather askance at him. He nodded to the coroner after a moment,[Pg 18] the room was called to order, and the first witness summoned. It was Rogers, the confidential clerk. I knew Rogers, of course, had talked with him often in a business way, and had the highest respect for him. He had been with Mr. Holladay much longer than I had been with Graham & Royce, and had, as Mr. Graham had pointed out, an unimpeachable reputation. There were the usual preliminaries, name, age, residence, and so on, Coroner Goldberg asking the questions. He was a really good cross-examiner, and soon came to the core of the matter. "What is the position of your desk in Mr. Holladay's office?" he asked. "There is an outer office for the clerks; opening from that, a smaller room where my desk is placed. Opening from my room was Mr. Holladay's private office. "Had Mr. Holladay's office any other door?"[Pg 19] "No, sir." "Could entrance be had by the windows?" "The windows open on the street side of the building. We occupy a part of the eighth floor." "The fire-escapes——" "Are at the back of the building—there are none on the street side—nothing but a sheer wall." "So that anyone entering or leaving the private office must necessarily pass by your desk?" "Necessarily; yes, sir." "Could anyone pass without your seeing him?" "No, sir; that would be quite impossible." The coroner leaned back in his chair. There was one point settled. "Now, Mr. Rogers," he said, "will you kindly tell us, in your own way and with as much detail as possible, exactly what happened[Pg 20] at your office shortly before five o'clock yesterday afternoon?" I could see that Rogers was deeply moved. His face was very white, he moistened his lips nervously from time to time, and his hands grasped convulsively the arms of his chair. Plainly, the task before him was far from an agreeable one. "Well, sir," he began, "we had a very busy day yesterday, and were at the office considerably later than usual; but by five o'clock we had closed up work for the day, and all the other clerks, with the exception of the office-boy, had gone home. I had made some notes from Mr. Holladay's dictation, and had returned to my desk to arrange them, when the outer door opened and Mr. Holladay's daughter came in. She asked me whether her father was engaged, and upon my saying no, opened the inner door and entered his office. She remained, I should think, about ten minutes; then she came out again, walked rapidly past without[Pg 21] looking at me, and, I suppose, left the building. I finished arranging my notes, and then entered Mr. Holladay's office to ask if he had any further instructions for me, and I found him lying forward on his desk, with a knife sticking in his neck and the blood spurting out. I summoned aid, but he died without regaining consciousness—I should say he was practically dead when I found him." I felt, rather than heard, the little stir which ran through the room. There was an indefinable horror in the story and in the conclusion to which it inevitably led. "Now, let us go back a moment," said the coroner, as Rogers stopped and mopped his forehead feverishly. "I want the jury to understand your story thoroughly. Mr. Holladay had been dictating to you?" "Yes." "And was quite well?" "Yes—as well as usual. He'd been suffering with indigestion for some time past."[Pg 22] "Still he was able to attend to business?" "Oh, yes, sir. There was nothing at all serious in his illness." "You then left his office and returned to your own. How long had you been there before the outer door opened?" "Not over five minutes." "And who was it entered?" "Miss Frances Holladay—the daughter of my employer." "You're quite sure? You know her well?" "Very well. I've known her for many years. She often drove to the office in the evening to take her father home. I supposed that was what she came for yesterday." "You looked at her attentively?" Rogers hitched impatiently in his chair. "I glanced at her, as I always do," he said. "I didn't stare."[Pg 23] "But you're quite sure it was Miss Holladay?" "Absolutely sure, sir. Good God!" he cried, his nerves giving way for an instant, "do you suppose I'd make an assertion like that if I wasn't absolutely sure?" "No," said the coroner soothingly; "no, I don't suppose any such thing, not for a moment, Mr. Rogers; only I want the jury to see how certain the identification is. Shall I proceed?" "Go ahead, sir," said Rogers. "I'll try to hold myself together a little better, sir." "I can see what a strain this is for you," said the coroner kindly; "and I'll spare you as much as I can. Now, after Miss Holladay entered the inner office, how long did she remain there?" "About ten minutes, I should say; not longer than that, certainly." "Did you hear any sound of conversation, or any unusual noise of any kind?" "No, sir. It would have been a very[Pg 24] unusual noise to be audible. Mr. Holladay's office has heavy walls and a double door which completely shut off all sounds from within." "Miss Holladay then came out?" "Yes, sir." "And walked past you?" "Yes, sir; walked past me rapidly." "Did you not think that peculiar?" "Why, sir, she didn't often stop to speak to me. I was busy and so thought nothing particularly about it." "Did you notice her face? Did she seem perturbed?" "No, sir; I didn't notice. I just glanced up and bowed. In fact, I didn't see her face at all, for she had lowered her veil." "Her veil!" repeated the coroner. "You hadn't mentioned that she wore a veil." "No, sir; when she came into the office she had lifted it up over her hat-brim—you know how women do."[Pg 25] "Yes—so you saw her face distinctly when she entered?" "Yes, sir." "But when she went out, she had lowered her veil. Was it a heavy one?" "Why, sir," the witness hesitated, "just an ordinary veil, I should say." "But still heavy enough to conceal her face?" "Oh, yes, sir." The coroner nodded. "Now, Mr. Rogers, how long a time elapsed after the departure of the woman before you went back into the inner office?" "Not more than three or four minutes. I thought perhaps Mr. Holladay was getting ready to accompany his daughter, and I didn't wish to detain him." "And you found him, as you say, lying forward across his desk with a knife in his throat and the blood spurting out. Did you recognize the knife?" "Yes, sir. It was his knife—a knife he[Pg 26] kept lying on his desk to sharpen pencils with and erase and so on." "Sharp, was it?" "It had one long blade, very sharp, sir." The coroner picked up a knife that was lying on the desk before him. "Is this the knife?" he asked. Rogers looked at it carefully. "That's the knife, sir," he said, and it was passed to the jury. When they had finished with it, Mr. Royce and I examined it. It was an ordinary one-bladed erasing knife with ivory handle. It was open, the blade being about two inches and a half in length, and, as I soon convinced myself, very sharp indeed. "Will you describe Mr. Holladay's position?" continued the coroner. "He was lying forward on the desk, with his arms outstretched and his head to one side." "And there was a great deal of blood?" "Oh, a great deal! Someone, apparently,[Pg 27] had attempted to check it, for a little distance away there was a handkerchief soaked in blood." The coroner picked up a handkerchief and handed it to the witness. "Is that the handkerchief?" he asked. "Yes, sir," said Rogers, after a moment. "Is it a man's or a woman's handkerchief?" "Oh, a woman's undoubtedly." The jury examined it and so did we. It was a small square of fine cambric with no mark that I could see, soaked through and through with blood—unquestionably a woman's handkerchief. Then Rogers told the rest of the story—how he had summoned aid and informed the police. "Now, Mr. Rogers," said the coroner, when he had finished, "there is one point more. Has there been anything in your knowledge of Mr. Holladay or his business to suggest the idea of suicide?" The witness shook his head decidedly.[Pg 28] "Nothing whatever, sir," he said positively. "His business was prospering; he was happy and contented—why, he was planning for a trip abroad with his daughter." "Let us suppose for a moment," continued Goldberg, "that he did actually stab himself in his daughter's presence; what would you naturally expect her to do?" "I should expect her to give the alarm—to summon aid," replied Rogers. "Certainly—unquestionably," and Goldberg nodded to my chief. "I turn the witness over to you, Mr. Royce," he said. "Now, Mr. Rogers," began our junior impressively, "you know, of course, that this whole case hinges, at present, on your identification of the woman who, presumably, was in Mr. Holladay's office when he was stabbed. I want to be very sure of that identification. Will you tell me how she was dressed?"[Pg 29] The witness paused for a moment's thought. "She wore a dress of very dark red," he said at last, "with some sort of narrow dark trimming—black, possibly. That's all I can tell you about it." "And the hat?" "I didn't notice the hat, sir. I only glanced at her." "But in that glance, Mr. Rogers, did you see nothing unusual—nothing which suggested to your mind that possibly it might not be Miss Holladay?" "Nothing, sir." "Some change of demeanor, perhaps; of expression?" The witness hesitated. "I thought she was looking not quite so well as usual," he said slowly. "She seemed a little pale and worried." "Ah! It was dark in the office, was it not, at five o'clock yesterday afternoon?"[Pg 30] "We had turned on the lights half an hour before, sir." "Is your office well lighted?" "I have a light over my desk, sir, and there's another on the wall." "So you could not see your visitor's face with absolute clearness?" "No, sir; but quite clearly enough to recognize her," he added doggedly. "Yet you thought her looking pale and worried." "Yes, sir; that was my impression." "And when she asked for Mr. Holladay, did she use the words 'my father,' as your evidence would suggest?" Again the witness hesitated in the effort at recollection. "No, sir," he answered finally. "Her words, I think, were, 'Is Mr. Holladay engaged at present?'" "It was Miss Holladay's voice?" "I could not say, sir," answered the witness, again mopping the perspiration from[Pg 31] his forehead. "I have no wish to incriminate Miss Holladay unnecessarily. I'm not sufficiently well acquainted with her voice to swear to it." "Well, when you answered her question in the negative, did she hesitate before entering the private office?" "No, sir; she went straight to it." "Is there any lettering on the door?" "Oh, yes, the usual lettering, 'Private Office.'" "So that, even if she were not acquainted with the place, she might still have seen where to go?" "Yes, sir; I suppose so." "And you stated, too, I believe, that you could have heard no sound of an altercation in the private office, had one occurred?" "No, sir; I could have heard nothing." "You have been with Mr. Holladay a long time, I believe, Mr. Rogers?" "Over thirty years, sir."[Pg 32] "And you are intimately acquainted with his affairs?" "Yes, sir." "Now, Mr. Rogers, have you ever, in all these years, ran across anything—any item of expenditure, any correspondence, anything whatever—which would lead you to think that Mr. Holladay was a victim of blackmail, or that he had ever had a liaison with a woman?" "No, sir!" cried the witness. "No, sir! I'm willing to swear that such a thing is not possible. I should inevitably have found it out had it existed." "That will do for the present," said Mr. Royce. "I shall want to recall the witness, however, sir." The coroner nodded, and Rogers stepped down, still trembling from the effects of his last outburst. I confess that, for my part, I thought we were very deep in the mire. The office-boy was called next, but added[Pg 33] nothing to the story. He had gone to the chute to mail some letters; the woman must have entered the office while he was away. He saw her come out again, but, of course, did not see her face. He had been employed recently, and did not know Miss Holladay. Then the physicians who had attended the dead man were called, and testified that the knife-blade had penetrated the left carotid artery, and that he had bled to death—was dead, indeed, before they reached him. It would take, perhaps, ten minutes to produce such an effusion of blood as Rogers had noticed—certainly more than five, so that the blow must have been struck before the woman left the inner office. The policeman who had responded to the alarm testified that he had examined the windows, and that they were both bolted on the inside, precluding the <ins class="correction" title="Transcriber's note: original reads 'possibilty'">possibility</ins> of anyone swinging down from above or clambering up from below. Nothing in the office[Pg 34] had been disturbed. There was other evidence of an immaterial nature, and then Miss Holladay's maid was called. "Was your mistress away from home yesterday afternoon?" asked the coroner. "Yes, sir; she had the carriage ordered for three o'clock. She was driven away shortly after that." "And what time did she return?" "About six, sir; just in time to dress for dinner." "Did you notice anything unusual in her demeanor when she returned?" The maid hesitated, fearing doubtless that she might say too much. "Miss Holladay had complained of a headache in the morning," she said, after a moment. "She was looking badly when she went out, and the drive made her worse instead of better. She seemed very nervous and ill. I advised her to lie down and not dress for dinner, but she would not listen. She always dined with her father, and did[Pg 35] not wish to disappoint him. She was in a great hurry, fearing that he'd get back before she was ready." "There's no doubt in your mind that she was really expecting him?" "Oh, no, sir; she even went to the door to look for him when he did not come. She seemed very uneasy about him." That was one point in our favor certainly. "And when the news of her father's death reached her, how did she bear it?" "She didn't bear it at all, sir," answered the maid, catching her breath to choke back a sob. "She fainted dead away. Afterwards, she seemed to be in a kind of daze till the doctor came." "That is all. Have you any questions to ask the witness, Mr. Royce?" "Only one," said my chief, leaning forward. I knew what it was, and held my breath, wondering whether it were wise to ask it. "Do you remember the gown your[Pg 36] mistress wore yesterday afternoon?" he questioned. "Oh, yes, sir," and the witness brightened. "It was a dark red broadcloth, made very plain, with only a little narrow black braid for trimming." <hr style="width: 65%;" /> [Pg 37] <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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