“Is there any other mark by which you could remember him?”
“Sure, I know every fayture in his face,—what more d'ye want?”
“Now, when did you see him last,—I mean before this day?”
“The last time I seen him was the mornin' he was taken up.”
“How do you mean' taken up'?”
“Taken up by the polis.”
“Taken by the police,——for what?”
“About the murder, to be sure.”
A thrill of horror pervaded the court as these words were spoken, and Meekins, whose impassive face had never changed before, became now pale as death.
“Tell the jury what you saw on the morning you speak of.”