"Yes."
"You mean butterine, don't you?"
"No, I sold butter and butterine and a few other things."
"And buttermilk and cheese," the officer amended.
No answer.
"How much did you charge for butter?"
"Fifty cents a pound," the prisoner replied, desperately or doggedly, it was difficult to determine which.
"Do you know that butter is selling now for thirty-nine or forty cents a pound?"
"Then it's come down."
"No, it hasn't. It's been around forty cents a pound for several months."