Mason was completely unruffled. “Now, Mrs. Moar, ” he said, “had on a backless evening gown. This gown was rather tight fitting, was it not?”
“Yes.”
“And there was no back?”
“No.”
“It was rather skimpy in front?”
“Too skimpy, if you ask me, ” the witness said.
“Well,” Mason observed, “I am asking you.”
“Yes, it was very skimpy.”
“And fitted her tightly across the hips?”
“Molded to her hips would be more like it,” the witness said. “It was what I would call daring-to the Point of bad taste.”