“Oh, certainly—entirely.”
“He might have left them there at eight o’clock or at even eleven o’clock, as far as you know?”
“Exactly.”
“That is all, Mr. Conroy.”
“No further questions,” said the prosecutor curtly. “Call Dr. Paul Stanley.”
“Dr. Paul Stanley!”
The man who took Herbert Conroy’s place in the witness box was a comfortable-looking individual with a fine thatch of gray hair and an amiable and intelligent countenance, which he turned benignly on the prosecutor.
“What is your profession, Dr. Stanley?”
“I am a surgeon. In my early youth I was that now fabulous creature, a general practitioner.”
He smiled engagingly at the prosecutor, and the crowded courtroom relaxed. A nice, restful individual, after the haunted little real-estate broker.