Donaldson P. Scudder, a slender, anemic individual, with skin which seemed almost transparent, and the precise, academic manner of one who is completely removed from human emotions, said, “Our first witness, if the Court please, will be Frank Remington.”
Judge Romley, recognizing from the Prosecutor’s voice that there was to be nothing spectacular, a mere matter of assembling the legal red tape with which a murder case must be duly tied, sat back in his cushioned chair and glanced appraisingly at the defendant.
Anna Moar, seated behind Perry Mason, her chin held high, her eyes slightly defiant, as though daring the machinery of Justice to do its worst, sat virtually without emotion.
Remington testified that he was manager of the Products Refining Company of Los Angeles; that the corporation had employed a Carl Waker Moar; that Moar was no longer in their employ; that he had failed to report for duty two months ago and the witness had not seen him since.
Scudder, opening his briefcase, said, “I will show you a photograph, Mr. Remington, and ask you if you can identify it.”
“Yes,” the witness said, “this is a photograph of the party to whom I have referred in my testimony — Carl Waker Moar.”
“The person who was employed by the Products Refining Company?”
“Yes.”
“In what capacity?”
“As bookkeeper.”