Everybody laughed at the magistrate’s gag. Even I laughed. You’d be surprised how funny it sounded.
Sackett asked a few more questions, and then the magistrate turned to Katz. Katz thought a minute, and when he talked to the guy, he did it slow, like he wanted to make sure he had every word straight.
“You are an interested party to this proceeding?”
“In a sense I am, Mr. Katz.”
“You wish to escape payment of this indemnity, on the ground that a crime has been committed, is that correct?”
“That is correct.”
“You really believe that a crime has been committed, that this woman killed her husband to obtain this indemnity, and either tried to kill this man, or else deliberately placed him in jeopardy that might cause his death, all as part of a plan to obtain this indemnity?”
The guy kind of smiled, and thought a minute, like he would return the compliment and get every word straight too. “Answering that question, Mr. Katz, I would say I’ve handled thousands of such cases, cases of fraud that go over my desk every day, and I think I have an unusual experience in that kind of investigation. I may say that I have never seen a clearer case in all my years’ work for this and other companies. I don’t only believe a crime has been committed, Mr. Katz. I practically know it.”
“That is all. Your honor, I plead her guilty on both charges.”
If he had dropped a bomb in that courtroom, he couldn’t have stirred it up quicker. Reporters rushed out, and photographers rushed up to the desk to get pictures. They kept bumping into each other, and the magistrate got sore and began banging for order. Sackett looked like he had been shot, and all over the place there was a roar like somebody had all of a sudden shoved a seashell up against your ear. I kept trying to see Cora’s face. But all I could get of it was the corner of her mouth. It kept twitching, like somebody was jabbing a needle into it about once every second.