“And you won’t say that is your knitting?”
“No. I don’t remember ever having seen it before.”
Sampson exchanged an exasperated glance with Sergeant Holcomb, then dug down into the bag and said, “All right, Mrs. Breel, I’m going to show you something else and see if this refreshes your recollection.” He unwrapped the paper from the diamonds. “Did you ever see this jewelry before?”
“I’m sure I couldn’t tell you,” she said.
“You can’t tell us?”
“No. I cannot remember ever having seen it before. But, until I completely recover my memory, I wouldn’t care to make a positive statement.”
“Oh, no, certainly not,” Sampson said sarcastically. “You want to give us every assistance in the world, don’t you?”
Dr. Gifford said, “May I remind you once more, Mr. Sampson, that this woman has suffered a very severe nerve shock?”
Sampson said sarcastically, “She seems to need a mental guardian, all right. It’s too bad about her being such a babe in the woods.”
Mason said, “As Mrs. Breel’s lawyer, I am going to ask you gentlemen to complete this examination as quickly as is humanly possible. Are there any further questions you wish to ask of Mrs. Breel?”