“Where were you,” asked the counsel for the prosecution, when the officer had sworn the witness, “at eleven o’clock on the night of February 7th?”
“I was on the roof of the Hit or Miss tavern.”
“On which part of the roof?”
“On the ledge below the dormer window at the back part of the house, facing the waste ground behind the plank fence.”
“Will you tell the Court what you saw while you were in that position?”
Winter’s face was flushed with excitement; but his voice, though thin, was clear as he said:
“There was a light streaming through the dormer window beside which I was lying, and I looked in.”
“What did you see?”
“I saw a small room, with a large fire, a table, on which were bottles and glasses, and two men, one seated, the other standing.”
“Would you recognize either man if you saw him?”