I went at once to a restaurant. I ate because it was time to eat, and because any occupation was welcome that would pass away the hours of waiting. I was troubled; and I did not know what to make of myself. I was no friend to the Van Burnams; I did not like them, and certainly had never approved of any of them but Mr. Franklin, and yet I found myself altogether disturbed over the morning's developments, Howard's emotion having appealed to me in spite of my prejudices. I could not but think ill of him, his conduct not being such as I could honestly commend. But I found myself more ready to listen to the involuntary pleadings of my own heart in his behalf than I had been prior to his testimony¹ and its somewhat startling termination.  
But they were not through with him yet, and after the longest three hours I ever passed, we were again convened² before the Coroner.
 
I saw Howard as soon as anybody did. He came in, arm in arm as before, with his faithful brother, and sat down in a retired³ corner behind the Coroner. But he was soon called forward.
 
His face when the light fell on it was startling to most of us. It was as much changed as if years,[Pg 142] instead of hours, had elapsed since last we saw it. No longer reckless in its expression, nor easy, nor politely patient, it showed in its every lineament that he had not only passed through a hurricane of passion, but that the bitterness, which had been its worst feature, had not passed with the storm, but had settled into the core of his nature, disturbing its equilibrium⁴ forever. My emotions were not allayed⁵ by the sight; but I kept all expression of them out of view. I must be sure of his integrity before giving rein⁶ to my sympathies.
 
The jury moved and sat up quite alert when they saw him. I think that if these especial twelve men could have a murder case to investigate every day, they would grow quite wide-awake in time. Mr. Van Burnam made no demonstration⁷. Evidently there was not likely to be a repetition of the morning's display of passion. He had been iron in his impassibility at that time, but he was steel now, and steel which had been through the fiercest of fires.
 
The opening question of the Coroner showed by what experience these fires had been kindled⁸.
 
"Mr. Van Burnam, I have been told that you have visited the Morgue in the interim⁹ which has elapsed since I last questioned you. Is that true?"
 
"It is."
 
"Did you, in the opportunity thus afforded, examine the remains¹⁰ of the woman whose death we are investigating, attentively¹¹ enough to enable you to say now whether they are those of your missing wife?"
 
"I have. The body is that of Louise Van Burnam; I crave¹² your pardon and that of the jury for my former obstinacy¹³ in refusing to recognize it. I thought myself[Pg 143] fully¹⁴ justified¹⁵ in the stand I took. I see now that I was not."
 
The Coroner made no answer. There was no sympathy between him and this young man. Yet he did not fail in a decent show of respect; perhaps because he did feel some sympathy for the witness's unhappy father and brother.
 
"You then acknowledge the victim to have been your wife?"
 
"I do."
 
"It is a point gained, and I compliment the jury upon it. We can now proceed to settle, if possible, the identity of the person who accompanied Mrs. Van Burnam into your father's house."
 
"Wait," cried Mr. Van Burnam, with a strange air, "I acknowledge I was that person."
 
It was coolly, almost fiercely said, but it was an admission that wellnigh created a hubbub¹⁶. Even the Coroner seemed moved, and cast a glance at Mr. Gryce which showed his surprise to be greater than his discretion¹⁷.
 
"You acknowledge," he began—but the witness did not let him finish.
 
"I acknowledge that I was the person who accompanied her into that empty house; but I do not acknowledge that I killed her. She was alive and well when I left her, difficult as it is for me to prove it. It was the realization¹⁸ of this difficulty which made me perjure¹⁹ myself this morning."
 
"So," murmured the Coroner, with another glance at Mr. Gryce, "you acknowledge that you perjured²⁰ yourself. Will the room be quiet!"
 
But the lull²¹ came slowly. The contrast between the[Pg 144] appearance of this elegant young man and the significant admissions he had just made (admissions which to three quarters of the persons there meant more, much more, than he acknowledged), was certainly such as to provoke interest of the deepest kind. I felt like giving rein to my own feelings, and was not surprised at the patience shown by the Coroner. But order was restored at last, and the inquiry²² proceeded.
 
"We are then to consider the testimony given by you this morning as null and void?"
 
"Yes, so far as it contradicts what I have just stated."
 
"Ah, then you will no doubt be willing to give us your evidence again?"
 
"Certainly, if you will be so kind as to question me."
 
"Very well; where did your wife and yourself first meet after your arrival in New York?"
 
"In the street near my office. She was coming to see me, but I prevailed upon her to go uptown."
 
"What time was this?"
 
"After ten and before noon. I cannot give the exact hour."
 
"And where did you go?"
 
"To a hotel on Broadway; you have already heard of our visit there."
 
"You are, then, the Mr. James Pope, whose wife registered in the books of the Hotel D—— on the seventeenth of this month?"
 
"I have said so."
 
"And may I ask for what purpose you used this disguise, and allowed your wife to sign a wrong name?"
 
"To satisfy a freak. She considered it the best[Pg 145] way of covering up a scheme she had formed; which was to awaken²³ the interest of my father under the name and appearance of a stranger, and not to inform him who she was till he had given some evidence of partiality for her."
 
"Ah, but for such an end was it necessary for her to assume a strange name before she saw your father, and for you both to conduct yourselves in the mysterious way you did all that day and evening?"
 
"I do not know. She thought so, and I humored her. I was tired of working against her, and was willing she should have her own way for a time."
 
"And for this reason you let her fit herself out with clothes down to her very undergarments?"
 
"Yes; strange as it may seem, I was just such a fool. I had entered into her scheme, and the means she took to change her personality only amused me. She wished to present herself to my father as a girl obliged to work for her living, and was too shrewd to excite suspicion in the minds of any of the family by any undue²⁴ luxury in her apparel. At least that was the excuse she gave me for the precautions she took, though I think the delight she experienced in anything romantic and unusual had as much to do with it as anything else. She enjoyed the game she was playing, and wished to make as much of it as possible."
 
"Were her own garments much richer than those she ordered from Altman's?"
 
"Undoubtedly²⁵. Mrs. Van Burnam wore nothing made by American seamstresses. Fine clothes were her weakness."
 
"I see, I see; but why such an attempt on your part to keep yourself in the background? Why let your[Pg 146] wife write your assumed names in the hotel register, for instance, instead of doing it yourself?"
 
"It was easier for her; I know no other reason. She did not mind putting down the name Pope. I did."
 
It was an ungracious reflection upon his wife, and he seemed to feel it so; for he almost immediately added: "A man will sometimes lend himself to a scheme of which the details are obnoxious²⁶. It was so in this case; but she was too interested in her plans to be affected²⁷ by so small a matter as this."
 
This explained more than one mysterious action on the part of this pair while they were at the Hotel D——. The Coroner evidently considered it in this light, for he dwelt but little longer on this phase of the case, passing at once to a fact concerning which curiosity had hitherto been roused without receiving any satisfaction.
 
"In leaving the hotel," said he, "you and your wife were seen carrying certain packages, which were missing from your arms when you alighted at Mr. Van Burnam's house. What was in those packages, and where did you dispose of them before you entered the second carriage?"
 
Howard made no demur²⁸ in answering.
 
"My wife's clothes were in them," said he, "and we dropped them somewhere on Twenty-seventh Street near Third Avenue, just as we saw an old woman coming along the sidewalk. We knew that she would stop and pick them up, and she did, for we slid into a dark shadow made by a projecting stoop and watched her. Is that too simple a method for disposing of certain encumbering²⁹ bundles, to be believed, sir?"[Pg 147]
 
"That is for the jury to decide," answered the Coroner, stiffly. "But why were you so anxious to dispose of these articles? Were they not worth some money, and would it not have been simpler and much more natural to have left them at the hotel till you chose to send for them? That is, if you were simply engaged in playing, as you say, a game upon your father, and not upon the whole community?"
 
"Yes," Mr. Van Burnam acknowledged, "that would have been the natural thing, no doubt; but we were not following natural instincts at the time, but a woman's bizarre caprices. We did as I said; and laughed long, I assure you, over its unqualified success; for the old woman not only grabbed the packages with avidity, but turned and fled away with them, just as if she had expected this opportunity and had prepared herself to make the most of it."
 
"It was very laughable, certainly," observed the Coroner, in a hard voice. "You must have found it very ridiculous"; and after giving the witness a look full of something deeper than sarcasm³⁰, he turned towards the jury as if to ask them what they thought of these very forced and suspicious explanations.
 
But they evidently did not know what to think, and the Coroner's looks flew back to the witness who of all the persons present seemed the least impressed by the position in which he stood.
 
"Mr. Van Burnam," said he, "you showed a great deal of feeling this morning at being confronted with your wife's hat. Why was this, and why did you wait till you saw this evidence of her presence on the scene of death to acknowledge the facts you have been good enough to give us this afternoon?"[Pg 148]
 
"If I had a lawyer by my side, you would not ask me that question, or if you did, I would not be allowed to answer it. But I have no lawyer here, and so I will say that I ............