“Yes.”
“I’ll show you another photograph,” Mason said, “of Mr... er... I never can get that name straight.... Paul, where’s that photograph?”
Drake handed Mason a rolled photograph.
Mason, still standing in front of Scudder, said, “This is a life-size photograph, Miss Fell. I’ll ask you if you can identify it.”
He unrolled the photograph she glanced at it and nodded her head.
“And this is the man whom you saw pushed overboard?” Mason asked.
“Yes.”
“And it was this man’s lifeless figure which you saw lying on the boat deck, with Mrs. Moar, the defendant in this action, standing over it?”
“Yes.”
Judge Romley suddenly frowned and leaned forward to stare at the photograph, glanced from Mason to Scudder. A smile twitched at the comers of his lips.