“What time was that?”
“I don’t know. It was long enough so I’d commenced to feel sick.”
Rodney Cuff made a little gesture of surrendering the witness, and resumed his seat with a satisfied smile.
The coroner looked across at Overmeyer, and the deputy district attorney got to his feet, moved over toward the witness and said, “Could you be sure it was Mr. Driscoll you saw at the telephone?”
Weyman said in his thick, surly voice, “The telephone sets right up against the window. This guy was standing, leaning his shoulder against the side of the window. I could see his back and the back of his head. He had the same kind of black curly hair this Driscoll has. When he came out of the house I could see his face. The man who came out was Driscoll. I know that. I think he was the one who was telephoning.”
“You’d been drinking at the time?”
“I’d had a few, yes.”
“More than you’ve had now?”
There was a half smile on Weyman’s face as he said, “A lot more.”
“Are you positive about the time?”