forward story about the night of Jacques Mossler's murder, in June, 1954. She had an 8:30 to 5 job and she was living in the select Governors Lodge apart-meats on Key Biscay lie. Her secorxl-floor Bat was across the hat] from the one taken a couple of months earlier by the Mosslers.On this night, June 30,■ boot 1:30 i.m., she testified, she heard a dog barking frantically—a most unusual sound and she went out on her balcony. She hoard the noise of a scuffle and a distinct thud coming from the Mossier apartment, 2-C. She told her story In brief sentences, a n s w e ring Hu'Joe's questions, without excitement, but occasionally with hesitation. It was clear she didn't like this business, she wanted to get ft over and g0 home with Robert,Then, Peggy said( in an oddly spiritless voice, “There was this scuffling noise and I heard a man's voice, 'don’t — don't do this to me!' and then there was another distinct bump or thud or scuffling—1We had read about it a hundred limes. To hear it like this was anticlimax.When Foreman's turn came, he seemed so gentle. His ques. lions were polite, hardly probing. But if Mrs. A rone had seemed nervous under direct examination, she was downright tense now- I'm not going to lose my cool, she seemed to be repealing to herself. I'mKobert.With Mrs. Arone, n with the other seven witnesses produced by the stat# by last night, the defense tried to show that millionaire banker Mossier was surrounded by a coterie of handsome young men—Hie* he was a sex pervert and could have been murdered by a homosexual. The first witnesses were those first on the scene—the familyoiHiacsaHiBigo'haroftheho;allter.hue