“Same objection,” opposing counsel snapped.
“Same ruling,” Judge Treadwell said calmly.
“Why, they get along with Uncle all right — that is, they did until — until Uncle Alden — I hardly know how to express it.”
“Made outside friends?” Judge Treadwell asked.
She nodded her head vigorously.
“I think that’s all,” Judge Treadwell observed. “I notice that the petition alleges that Alden Leeds was taken for an automobile ride by Jason Carrel, and failed to return. I think I’ll ask a few questions of Mr. Carrel. Come forward please.”
Jason Carrel, a thin young man in the thirties with high cheekbones, close-set eyes, and a mop of coal black hair which grew low on his forehead, came forward and was sworn.
“From reading the return to the writ,” Judge Treadwell said, when Carrel had stated his name, age, and residence to the clerk, “I understand you took your uncle for an automobile ride.”
“Yes, Your Honor.”
“What did you do with him?”