- ness said the doors seemed to open of themselves.
"We went upstairs," said Evelyn, "and there I met a man who was introduced to me as Stanford White. I thought him an ugly man. There was a table already set for four. Another gentleman came later. I remember Mr. White teased me about my hair, which I wore down my back, and my short skirt, which reached to my shoe tops. After supper we went up two flights of stairs more, and in the room was a large red velvet swing. Mr. White put me in the swing and swung me very hard. When we swung very hard one foot crashed through a large Japanese umbrella which hung from the ceiling."
"Your mother dressed you to go?"
"Yes."
"I must caution you to tell only what you told Mr. Thaw."
"I will," said the witness, and went on; "The dingy door opened, nobody seeming to open it."
"What did you do then?"
"We went up some steps to another door, which opened to some other apartment. I stopped and asked the young lady where we were going and she said: 'It's all right.' A man's voice called down 'Hello.'"
"Who was it?"
"It was Stanford White," said the witness clearly.
"What did you find in the room or studio to which you went?"
"A table set for four."
