" This was again repeated.
"How long did he stay?"
"Not more'n ten minutes."
"Where did he go then?"
"He said he was goin' home."
"How far is it to his home from your house?"
"'Bout ten minutes' walk."
"That will do, Miss Moore," said Cartwright, and took his seat.
The Government prosecutor, who had sat with shoulders hunched up, his
wings pulled in, rose to his feet with the aid of a chair-back,
stretched his long arms above his head, and then, lowering one hand
level with the girl's face, said, as he thrust one sharp, skinny finger
toward her:
"Did anybody else come to see you the next night after the robbery?"
There was a pause, during which Cartwright busied himself with his
papers. One of his methods was never to seem interested in the
cross-examination of any one of his witnesses.
The girl's face flushed, and she began to fumble the shawl nervously
with her fingers.
"Yes, Hank Halliday," she murmured, in a low voice.
"Mr. Halliday, who has testified here?"
"Yes, sir.
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