"Sure. Just out of condition, I think, Judge."
Warner unobtrusively appraised Judd, and said nothing.
"All right. Watch it, both of you. Can't have him conking out."
"Mr. Judd, as a friend and business partner of James Doherty, have you often visited at his house in Shanesville?"
"Oh yes. Real often. Pretty near every month."
"Did Miss Blake ever call there when you were present?"
"No. Wait—I do remember one time. Before she moved to Winchester. Not a call exactly. Mrs. Judd and I had stayed with the Dohertys overnight, the weekend. Remember now, the girl came over Sunday morning when the four of us were getting into Jim's car to go to Mass. The Chalmerses wanted to give Jim and Ann some maple syrup they'd made on the place, and it was Miss Blake who brought it over. Spring of last year. Come to think, that was the last time I saw Miss Blake before she moved to Winchester."
"And after that, you say, you saw her hardly at all?"
Judd flushed and paled. "To be exact, sir, just once."