“Certainly not,” she said. “I said fifty or sixty feet. You’re not over twenty feet away from me. You can’t trap me that way, Mr. Mason.”
“Then I am standing at only about a third of the distance at which you saw Mrs. Moar, is that right?”
“Yes.”
“Now, was there as much light on the deck as there is in this courtroom?” Mason asked.
“Of course not.”
“Well, how much was there?”
“Not very much,” she said, “but enough came through the hospital door so you could see objects.”
“Would you say a third as much light as there is here in the courtroom?”
“Probably not that much.”
Mason nodded. “Now you’ve identified a photograph which has been introduced in evidence as being that of the gentleman who was traveling on this ship under the name of Newberry, the man who was the husband of this defendant.”