"So there were."
"And that the one who was not driving was wearing a chauffeur's uniform?"
"So he was."
"Listen. You saw its colour, you noticed its style, you swear to the number of passengers, and were actually able to observe how one of them was clad. How is it that you cannot speak to its number?"
"I will tell you. I was sitting——"
"On your oath, sir!"
"No, on the back seat." There was more than a ripple of laughter, and the Judge shot a quick glance at counsel before removing his pince-nez and sitting back in his chair. "The heads and shoulders of Mrs. Pleydell and Captain Mansel, who were seated in front, obscured my view."
"Wasn't it because the car was travelling too fast?"
"Certainly not. They saw it."
"That is a matter of opinion."