“John Dinwiddie Driscoll, Your Honor.”
“Din–whatever it is–that’s not a Christian name?”
“It was, when I got it. Maybe I’ve paganized it since.”
“Devil take you, this is solemn!”
“Yes, this is solemn.”
Lopez cracked his long nails irritably against each other.
“You came here via Tampico,” he began anew. “What days were you in Tampico?”
“From about the twenty-third or twenty-fourth, till we left a few days ago.”
All three judges bent over a memorandum which the president pointed out among his notes. Captain Maurel was killed about April 26th.
“How did you occupy yourself while in Tampico?”