"No," answered Maria in the same quiet voice.
The prosecutor threw down the affidavit in disgust. That was what you got for taking the word of one of these Italians! Well, it would be a lesson! No, he had no more questions. Candido began to chatter at his lawyer and fell to nodding and smiling at Maria, who seemed to see him no more than before.
Flynn rose deliberately, cleared his throat, and elevated and stretched his arms as if to secure freer action, exhibiting during the operation a large pair of soiled cuffs.
"Do you know Pietro What's-his-name?" he inquired sharply.
Maria flushed and her head sank toward the child. "Yes," she murmured.
"You have heard him testify that he saw the killing of Montaro?"
"Yes."
"Do you know where he was at that time?"
Maria's head fell so low that her face could not be seen, and her hand sought the cross upon her bosom.
"Answer the question!" cried Flynn roughly.