returned past the window at ten o'clock it was closed and the
light was extinguished, so she thought that Mr. Bolton was
asleep.

"But, to tell the truth," said Eliza Flight, "I never thought
anything of the matter at all. It was only after the murder that
I saw how important it was I should remember everything."

"And you have?"

"Yes, sir," said the girl, honestly enough. "I have told you
everything that happened on that night. Next morning--" She
hesitated.

"Well, what about next morning?"

"Mr. Bolton had locked his door. I know that, because a few
minutes after eight on the night before, not knowing he had
retired. I tried to enter the room and make ready the bed for
the night. He sang out through the door--which was locked, for
I tried it--that he was in bed. That was a lie also, as after
nine I saw him talking to the woman at the window."

"You previously said an old woman," said the Coroner, referring
to his notes. "How do you know she was old?"

"I can't say if she was old or young," said the witness candidly;
"it's only a manner of speaking. She had a dark shawl over her
head and a dark dress. I couldn't say if she was old or young,
fair or dark, stout or lean, tall or short. The night was dark."