A.  “I cannot tell very much.  I am confused, too.  I was given
  a sleeping powder last night.  I can only say that I heard a
  shot, and thought at first that it was fired from outside. 
  I ran down the stairs, and back to the billiard room.  As I
  entered the room Mr. Donaldson came in through a window.  My
  husband was lying on the floor.  That is all.”

Q.  “Where was Judson Clark?”

A.  “He was leaning on the roulette table, staring at the—­at
  my husband.”

Q.  “Did you see him leave the room?”

A.  “No.  I was on my knees beside Mr. Lucas.  I think when I got
  up he was gone.  I didn’t notice.”

Q.  “Did you see a revolver?”

A.  “No.  I didn’t look for one.”

Q.  “Now I shall ask you one more question, and that is all.  Had
  there been any quarrel between Mr. Lucas and Mr. Clark that
  evening in your presence?”

A.  “No.  But I had quarreled with them both.  They were drinking
  too much.  I had gone to my room to pack and go home.  I was
  packing when I heard the shot.”

Witness excused and Mr. John Donaldson called.

Q.  “What is your name?”

A.  “John Donaldson.”

Q.  “Where do you live?”

A.  “At the Clark ranch.”

Q.  “What is your business?”

A.  “You know all about me.  I’m foreman of the ranch.”

Q.  “I want you to tell what you know, Jack, about last night. 
  Begin with where you were when you heard the shot.”

A.  “I was on the side porch.  The billiard room opens on to it. 
  I’d been told by the corral boss earlier in the evening that
  he’d seen a man skulking around the house.  There’d been a
  report like that once or twice before, and I set a watch.  I
  put Ben Haggerty at the kitchen wing with a gun, and I took
  up a stand on the porch.  Before I did that I told Judson,
  but I don’t think he took it in.  He’d been lit up like a
  house afire all evening.  I asked for his gun, but he said
  he didn’t know where it was, and I went back to my house and
  got my own.  Along about eight o’clock I thought I saw some
  one in the shrubbery, and I went out as quietly as I could. 
  But it was a woman, Hattie Thorwald, who was working at the
  ranch.

“When I left the men were playing roulette.  I looked in as I went back, and Judson had a gun in his hand.  He said; ’I found it, Jack.’  I saw he was very drunk, and I told him to put it up, I’d got mine.  It had occurred to me that I’d better warn Haggerty to be careful, and I started along the verandah to tell him not to shoot except to scare.  I had only gone a few steps when I heard a shot, and ran back.  Mr. Lucas was on the floor dead, and Judson was as the lady said.  He must have gone out while I was bending over the body.”

Q.  “Did you see the revolver in his hand?”