Marriott impatiently waved Archie into silence; like all clients he was constantly leaning over at critical moments of the trial to say immaterial things, and, besides, his hot moist breath directly in Marriott's ear was very unpleasant.
Eades led Quinn through the preliminaries of his examination, and then in a tone that indicated an approach to significant parts of the testimony, he said:
"You may now state, Mr. Quinn, when you next saw the defendant."
Quinn threw back his head, fingered his close-cropped red mustache, and reflected as if he had not thought of the subject for a long time. He was conscious that he was thus far the most important witness of the trial. He relished the sensation, and, knowing how damaging his testimony would be, he felt a crude satisfaction. Presently he spoke, his voice vibrating like a guitar string in the tense atmosphere.
"The Friday morning before the Flanagan murder."
"Where did you meet him?"
"In Kentucky Street near Cherokee."
"Was he alone, or was some one with him?"
"Another man was with him."
"Who was that other man--if you know?"