Hammond hesitated. He had been in Thomas's office several times while Millie was employed there, and, though he had not met her, it was more than likely that she had seen him. The moment was dangerous.
"No, I don't think I had ever met them before," he said, slowly.
"All right," said Marvin, nodding his head complacently and going closer to the witness-stand.
"Mr. Hammond," he went on, "you have told the court that Mr. Jones was a lawbreaker."
Hammond fairly jumped to this question. "Yes," he flared. "You were a fugitive from justice and Jones was harboring you in his house."
Marvin smiled. "Didn't you just testify that Mrs. Jones was the sole owner of that house? That being so, how could Mr. Jones harbor a fugitive in his house, if he didn't own a house?"
Caught in his own net, Hammond twisted angrily in his chair, reddening as the spectators laughed and the sheriff pounded for order.
"Well, I don't suppose he could," he blurted.
"Then you will withdraw the statement that he broke the law?"
"Yes, I withdraw it," Hammond drawled.