“Then the Six on your watch is VI, with the tops of the letters next the rim of the watch?”
“It is,” said Berg, adding sneeringly, “would you like to see it?”
“Yessir,” and Fibsy darted forward.
The coroner snapped his watch open, and after a brief glance, the boy gave a quick little wag of his head, and went back to his seat without a word.
But the man flushed a fiery red, and his pompous air deserted him.
“Were you right, Berg?” asked Judge Hoyt. “Come now, own up?”
“A very natural error,” mumbled the coroner, and then Detective Groot pounced on him, demanding to see his watch.
“Why, there’s no six on it at all!” he cried and then gave an uncontrollable guffaw. “There’s only a round place with the second hand into it!”
“This tomfoolery must be stopped,” began the coroner, but he had to pause in his speech until the ripple of merriment had subsided and the jury had realized afresh the seriousness of their purpose.
“Hold on Berg, that’s a fairly good one on a coroner,” said Judge Hoyt, a little severely. “Have you looked at that watch for years and didn’t know there was no six on it?”