Serle came slowly forward, was sworn, answered the usual preliminary questions, and then glanced expectantly at Kittering.
“You knew William Hogarty, alias John Milicant, alias Louie Conway, in his lifetime?” Kittering asked.
“I did.”
“You saw him on the evening of the seventh of this month?”
“I did.”
“Where?”
“At his apartment.”
“When?”
“Some time around half past seven or quarter to eight in the evening.”
“Who was present?”