“No, Your Honor.”
“The court order was that you produce him here.”
“We understand, Your Honor, but he is physically unable to attend. We have Dr. Londonberry, who is here to testify on that point.”
“Very well,” Judge Treadwell said, “let him testify.”
Dr. Londonberry was in the middle fifties, inclined to flesh. His complexion was ruddy, his gray eyes cold and professional, but his manner was plainly nervous. As he took the witness stand, he adjusted nose spectacles from which hung a wide, black ribbon.
Judge Treadwell leaned forward to appraise him, while the doctor was being qualified as an expert, then settled back in his chair with an air of complete detachment.
“You are acquainted with Alden Leeds?” the lawyer asked.
“I am.”
“When did you first see him?”
“When he was brought to my sanitarium in an automobile driven by Jason Carrel.”