“It was not.”
“And you didn’t drop it or throw it from your sedan?”
“No, sir.”
“Nor did Miss Tannis?”
“No, sir.”
“But,” Mason said, eyeing him steadily, “you were, by your own admission, on St. Rupert Boulevard, within a few feet of the house in which Austin Cullens resided, on the night of the murder. You were there at a time when you heard two shots fired, which sounds apparently came from the house?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And you are unable to give any explanation as to what you were doing there, other than the statement which you have just made to this jury?”
“That’s right.”
“And your car was a blue sedan with a crumpled rear fender?”