“You had reason to hate him?”
“Frankly, I did.”
The coroner glanced appealingly at Cuff, then over to the deputy district attorney, and said, “I’ve never heard anything quite like this.”
Overmeyer nodded. Rodney Cuff said cordially, “Go right ahead, your Honor. You’re doing fine. Or would you prefer to have me ask the questions?”
“No,” the coroner said, “I’ll ask them. Now, you were in Walter Prescott’s house yesterday morning, Mr. Driscoll?”
“Yes.”
“At about what time?”
“At about the time mentioned by Mrs. Anderson. I didn’t look at my watch, but it was just a few minutes after eleven when I arrived.”
“Did Walter Prescott know you were coming?”
“No.”