"'Bout ten o'clock." This was again repeated.
"How long did he stay?"
"Not more'n ten minutes."
"Where did he go then?"
"He said he was goin' home."
"How far is it to his home from your house?"
"'Bout ten minutes' walk."
"That will do, Miss Moore," said Cartwright, and took his seat.
The Government prosecutor, who had sat with shoulders hunched up, his wings pulled in, rose to his feet with the aid of a chair-back, stretched his long arms above his head, and then, lowering one hand level with the girl's face, said, as he thrust one sharp, skinny finger toward her:
"Did anybody else come to see you the next night after the robbery?"