But the attention of the public was soon engrossed by a new witness whom the counsel for the defence brought forward. He was a tall, squarely-built man, with broad round shoulders, and black hair and beard; he was dressed in shiny, threadbare black clothes.
The examination was begun by the judge. The witness seemed quite unwilling to be examined.
"Your name?"
"Abraham Abrahamson."
"How old are you?"
"Fifty-three years old."
"What is your calling?"
"Pawnbroker and commission agent."
"Where do you live?"
"Bishop Street, No. 75."