“I saw a flicker of light on the window. I saw that on two or three occasions; then I heard two shots; then I saw a woman run out of the front door of the house, and run toward my automobile.”
“Did you recognize that woman?”
“I did.”
“Who was she?”
Amidst a silence in which a pin could have been heard to drop, Golding raised a dramatic forefinger and pointed it at Sarah Breel. “She was the defendant in this case,” he said.
“The woman sitting there?” Sampson asked.
“Yes.”
“What did she do?”
“She ran toward my automobile. Miss Tannis said that...”
“Never mind what anyone else said,” Sampson interrupted. “What did you do, if anything?”