“She and Mr. Platz lived with you as man and wife?”
“Well, I ought to have lived in this world long enough to know that no man and his wife would go on forever playing the love-sick fools like those two,” remarked Mrs. Shea grimly. “But I thought they were new wed and would soon be over it.”
“Was Mr. Platz staying with you regularly?”
“Seven days and nights of the week.”
“Did he pay you regularly?”
“He did that!”
“Did he seem to have a regular profession?”
“Well, that’s all whether you’d call bootlegging a regular profession.”
“Now, Your Honour,” remonstrated Mr. Farr, who had been following this absorbing recital with an air of possibly fictitious boredom, “I don’t want to indulge in any legal hairsplitting, but surely a line should be drawn somewhere when it comes to this type of baseless slander and innuendo.”
“Do I understand that you have evidence of Mr. Platz’s activities?” inquired Judge Carver severely.