"Toward Loftus? None whatever. On the contrary, he was my best friend."
Peacock jumped. "I ask that that be stricken out."
Quietly Orr continued: "Had you known Loftus long?"
"All my life."
"Was he a friend of yours?"
"An intimate friend."
Orr turned to Peacock. "Your witness."
Peacock jumped again. "You say that on the night of the murder you had been drinking. Were you drunk?"
Paternally the Recorder looked over and down. "The witness need not answer that unless——"
Annandale interrupted him. "I am much obliged to Your Honor, but really I have nothing to conceal. I was drunk, deplorably so."