Witness (losing his temper completely). "That man wouldn't dare to ask me those questions outside. He knows that he is under the protection of the court, or I would break his neck."
Court. "You are making a poor exhibit of yourself. Answer the questions, sir."
Counsel. "You don't seem to have any memory at all about this transaction. Are you testifying from memory as to what you saw, or making up as you go along?"
Witness (no answer).
Counsel. "Which is it?"
Witness (doggedly). "I am telling what I saw."
Counsel. "Well, listen to this then. You said in your affidavit: 'The blood was all over the floor. It was covered with Hilliard's blood, and the scrub woman came Tuesday and Wednesday morning, and washed the blood away.' Is that right?"
Witness. "Yes, sir."
Counsel. "Why, I understood you to say that you didn't get up Wednesday morning until noon. How could you see the scrub woman wash the blood away?"
Witness. "They were at the farther end of the hall. They washed the whole pavilion. I didn't see them Wednesday morning; it was Tuesday morning I saw them scrubbing."