“Of course you don’t know. But you can make a guess. Come, give the court your estimate.”
“Not less than six feet, I should say. Probably more.”
“Did you see Adam Forbes’ horse—no, you told us that. But you saw my horse when you arrested me?”
“Yes.”
“Was my horse a small horse or a large one?”
“A small one.”
Johnny rose and strolled to the window.
“Well, about how high?”
“About fourteen hands. Possibly an inch more.”