There was a pause, during which Cartwright busied himself with his papers. One of his methods was never to seem interested in the cross-examination of any one of his witnesses.
The girl's face flushed, and she began to fumble the shawl nervously with her fingers.
"Yes, Hank Halliday," she murmured, in a low voice.
"Mr. Halliday, who has testified here?"
"Yes, sir."
"What did he want?"
"He wanted to know if I'd got a letter he'd writ me day before. And I tol' him I hadn't. Then he 'lowed he'd a-brought it to me himself if he'd knowed Bud was goin' to turn thief and hold up the mail-man. I hadn't heard nothin' 'bout it and nobody else had till he began to talk. I opened the door then and tol' him to walk out; that I wouldn't hear nobody speak that way 'bout Bud Tilden. That was 'fore they'd 'rested Bud."
"Have you got that letter now?"
"No, sir."
"Did you ever get it?"