"I have."
The prosecutor leaned across the desk. "Murder, Jennison!"
Jennison's expression did not change. "Damned nonsense, as I told you. Why should I murder any one?"
"Ah, the motive," Greene replied. "You're quite right, we should begin with that. Do you wish to be represented here by counsel?"
Jennison shook his head. "I guess I'm lawyer enough to puncture this silly business," he replied.
"Very well." Greene turned to his stenographer. "Get this." The man nodded, and the prosecutor addressed Miss Minerva. "Miss Winterslip, we'll start with you."
Miss Minerva leaned forward. "Mr. Dan Winterslip's house on the beach has, as I told you, been offered for sale by his daughter. After dinner this evening a gentleman came to look at it—a prominent lawyer named Hailey. As we went over the house, Mr. Hailey mentioned that he had met Dan Winterslip on the street a week before his death, and that my cousin had spoken to him about coming in shortly to draw up a new will. He did not say what the provisions of the will were to be, nor did he ever carry out his intention."
"Ah yes," said Greene. "But Mr. Jennison here was your cousin's lawyer?"
"He was."
"If he wanted to draw a new will, he wouldn't ordinarily have gone to a stranger for that purpose."