The officer is sworn.
"Are you a member of the Municipal Police force of the city and county of New York, attached to the —— Precinct, and were you so attached on the 17th of April last, and did you see the defendant on that day near the premises 666½ Catharine Street?"
"Shure I seen him. Him and another feller. They were makin' off wid old 'Delicatessen's' eggs. I catched this young feller——"
"That's enough. Any cross-examination? No? Leave the stand."
"The People rest," announces the assistant.
"Take the stand," directs the lawyer, and his client shambles into the chair.
"Did you steal Mr. Blickendecker's eggs?"
"No, your honor; Cully Fagan asked me to go round and help him deliver some eggs. He said he'd gimme a drink. So I went along wid him. All of a sudden out comes this old guy and yells 'thief.' I gets scared and runs. I didn't mean no harm."
"That is our case," says the lawyer.