“I am not.”
Judge Carver leaned forward, his black silk robes rustling ominously. “What is this knife, Mr. Farr?”
“This is a knife, Your Honour, that I propose to connect up with the case at a somewhat later stage. At present I ask to have it marked for identification merely for purposes of the record.”
“You say that you will be able to connect it?”
“Absolutely.”
“Very well, you may answer the question, Dr. Stanley.”
The doctor was inspecting it gravely, his eyes bright with interest.
“I may open it?”
“Please do.”
In the breathless stillness the little click as the large blade sprang back was clearly audible. Dr. Stanley bent over it attentively, passed a forefinger reflectively along its shining surface, raised his head. “Yes, it could quite easily have been done with this.”