“What was in the left-hand hip pocket?”
“A handkerchief and a pen knife.”
“What was in the right-hand hip pocket?”
“Nothing.”
“Nothing?”
“That’s right. You heard what I said — nothing.”
“Nothing at all?”
Sergeant Holcomb said, “I don’t know how you can have a nothing, unless it’s a nothing at all. When I say nothing, Mr. Mason, I mean nothing.”
Mason said, “Let’s see, Sergeant, you were present at a post-mortem examination made by Dr. Frankel on the body of Austin Cullens, and immediately following that you were present at the postmortem made on the body of George Trent. Is that right?”
“That’s right.”