that Adele had been shot. So the State struck its final blows upon the character and credibility of the witness.
"Throughout this evidence," said Calvin, facing her, "you have claimed that your interest in Ketlar was aroused and maintained by your belief that he might do great things in music; you did not mean to marry him?"
"I object!" shouted Max Elmen, springing forward.
"Sustained."
"Was there, between Ketlar and you, an agreement of marriage?"
"I object!" shouted Max.
"I will make my question more explicit," offered Calvin. "At any time, before the death of Adele Ketlar, did Ketlar suggest marriage to you?"
"I object!"
"Overruled," said the judge; and Max took his exception.
"No," lied Joan Daisy.
"Is there now an agreement, conditional upon his acquittal or otherwise, by which he will marry you?"
She denied it, and Calvin suddenly was incited to mock her, so sure was he that she perjured herself and played all this pretense to win Ketlar for herself.
"You mean your interest in him is still purely musical?"
"I am interested to help clear an innocent man," she replied, "especially a boy who, with no help from any one, made himself famous and who will be, if he is left alone, a great musician."
Ellison pulled at Calvin's sleeve, but he refused to heed it. "When and where," he demanded, in his exasperation, "did you acquire this great ability for ambition for another?"
"Where's my home? you mean," she cast back at him, with a sudden vehemence which took him and all the court by surprise. "He has a home, your honor!" she
