“Me,” said the red-headed girl. “Who’s been on the stand?”
“You? For the Lord’s sake, what were you doing?”
“Screaming,” said the red-headed girl. “Who’s been on the stand?”
“Just a guy from a prison out West to prove that Orsini had served a jail sentence for robbery. What were you screaming about?”
“Because they wouldn’t let me in. . . . Who’s on now?”
“That red-headed fellow, Leo Fox, from the gas station. He’s through with his direct, and Farr has him now. . . . Why wouldn’t they let you in?”
“Because—— No, I can’t tell you all that now. Later—at lunch. Listen, won’t you——”
“It was Saturday night, wasn’t it, Mr. Fox?”
“Sure it was Saturday night.”