“I did not wait.”
“Did not stand by the table thinking?”
“No, I was in too much of a hurry.”
“So that you went straight out?”
“Yes, as quickly as I could.”
The district attorney paused, to be sure of the attention of the jury. When he saw that every eye of that now thoroughly aroused body was on him, he proceeded to ask: “Does that mean immediately, or as soon as you could after you had made certain preparations, or held certain talk with some one you called, or who called to you?”
“I called to nobody. I—I went out immediately.”
It was evident that he lied; evident, too, that he had little hope from his lie. Uneasiness was taking the place of confidence in his youthful, untried, undisciplined mind. Carmel had spoken to him in the hall—I guessed it then, I knew it afterward—and he thought to deceive this court and blindfold a jury, whose attention had been drawn to this point by his own counsel.
District Attorney Fox smiled. “How then did you get into the stable?”
“The stable! Oh, I had no trouble in getting into the stable.”