“And you saw her all of that time?”
“Yes.”
“You saw her face, you saw her hands, you saw her feet, didn’t you?”
“Well, yes, if you put it that way.”
“Now, she must have been carrying that bag in her hand. She certainly didn’t stand on the curb and throw it out in the middle of the road, did she?”
“No, of course not.”
“Then she must have been carrying it in her hand?”
“Yes, I guess that’s right.”
“Don’t guess,” Sampson said. “Of course, I know that’s just a figure of speech, Mr. Diggers, but you can see what would happen if you got on the witness stand and made a statement like that. Perry Mason would level his forehead at you, and say, ‘Oh, you’re guessing, are you?’ And then he’d have you on the defensive, and the first thing you knew everybody in the courtroom would be laughing at you.”
Diggers fidgeted uneasily, and said, “I don’t see why I just can’t tell what I saw, and let it go at that.”