- ently arming herself against coroner and spectators.
"He was the son of Judge Parlin."
If she had aimed at sensation, she could not have hoped for greater success. A murmur of surprise ran about the room, and the confusion rose to a height that for a time defied the efforts of the coroner to preserve order. Curiosity to hear further questions and answers came to his aid, and silence was restored.
"By a former marriage?"
"No. He was born out of wedlock."
"When did you first learn of this?"
"On the eleventh of this month."
"The day succeeding the murder?"
"Yes."
"How did you learn of it?"
"From a paper in the judge's handwriting, found in Theodore's desk, and enclosed in an envelope addressed 'Mrs. Amelia Parlin; Mr. Theodore Wing; to be opened and read by the survivor, in event of the death of either, and until such death to remain unopened.'"
