“She wasn’t holding the bag when she had her hands up, Mr. Mason,” he said. “She dropped the bag just before she put her hands up, and the bag was lying on the road, right where she had dropped it.”
“That bag was lying just about where the blue sedan had been parked, wasn’t it?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And the blue sedan had been there until just a moment before the defendant stepped out from the curb, is that right?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Then, how do you know that the bag which you picked up hadn’t been dropped by the occupants of the blue sedan?”
“Because,” Diggers explained patiently, “I saw the defendant carrying the bag in her hand. The minute I saw her, I saw the bag. If that bag had been dropped by the occupants of that blue sedan, Mr. Mason, the defendant must have dived under the blue sedan, picked up the bag, run back to the sidewalk, and then turned to run out in front of my headlights.”
“Now, where was the gun when you first saw it — this thirty-eight caliber revolver you have just described to the jury?”
“Practically protruding from the handbag.”
“It wasn’t lying on the pavement near the handbag?”