‘Yes.’
‘That’s where the murder was committed?’ interrupted the judge.
‘Yes, my lord. The witness inherited it under Miss Lewis’s will.’
The Judge: ‘Have you lived there ever since?’
Witness: ‘Yes, my lord.’
The Judge (after a pause, during which Mr. Pollard waits impatiently): ‘Go on, Mr. Pollard. What are you keeping us for?’
Mr. Pollard: ‘I beg your lordship’s pardon.’ To witness: ‘You are the nephew of the deceased, and have just returned from Australia?’
‘Yes; I came back to my aunt.’
‘After making some money out there, I believe?’
‘I object!’