"And is this the man who entered the bank on the morning of last October 17?"
"Yes, it is," replied the nervous, overly plump young woman.
"Were you in a position to observe him closely at all times?"
"Yes."
"Where were you?"
"In—in the Note Window ... right next to where he—he came up and pointed his gun."
"Thank you."
With elaborate courtesy, the D.A. turned to Jake:
"Does the distinguished defense counsel desire to cross-examine this witness?"
Jake nodded gravely, and advanced toward the witness stand. The young woman watched him apprehensively. In the TV booth, the regular court reporters leaned forward with anticipation. Many a time had they seen Jake Emspak take the most positive witness and reduce him to a quivering, stuttering symbol of uncertainty. "Show me an eye witness," Jake had once observed, "and I'll show you a liar."