Judge Knox frowned. “I’m going to reserve a ruling on that question for the moment,” he said. “The court is inclined to think that there should be some foundation in the case for supporting the contention that this is a part of the res gestae. ”
“I was trying to show that it was, by this very question, Your Honor.”
“I understand that,” Judge Knox said patiently, “but I think you had better first lay a foundation so that the court can determine intelligently how much of a time factor is to enter into the determination of the res gestae. ”
“And,” Kittering pointed out, in a sudden burst of inspiration, “there’s no objection on the part of counsel for the defense.”
Judge Knox’s face showed a flashing expression of surprise. He glanced down at Perry Mason, frowned, and said thoughtfully, “I guess that’s right. Do I understand, Mr. Mason, that such is the case?”
Mason said, “Such is the case, Your Honor. There has been no objection.”
“Well,” Judge Knox said irritably, “lay some foundation anyway.”
Kittering said, “I will ask you this question, Mr. Leeds. Did you, during his lifetime, know a Bill Hogarty?”
“Well,” Leeds said hesitantly, “I knew a Bill Hogarty, alias Conway, alias Milicant.”
“How did you know he was Hogarty?”