But the judge did not smile and his eyes remained rigid in their sockets as they glared at the paper in his hand.
"Just answer the questions, please, Mrs. Davis," Thomas cautioned her pleasantly, although as a witness she was disconcerting.
"Well," she drawled, fidgeting in her chair, "that's not easy when you're sworn to tell the truth."
A titter ran through the court-room and was brought to an abrupt end by the sheriff's gavel.
Thomas resumed his examination. "You are the wife of Gerald Davis, are you not?"
She nodded.
"And when and where were you married to him?"
"Seven years ago, October fifth—in Peoria." She glanced about at the sea of smiling faces, again seeking sympathy from the judge.
Again he was adamant.
"You were living in Peoria?"