“She was wearing a dark formal gown?” Mason asked.
“Yes. I’ve told you that two or three times already.”
“And isn’t it true,” Mason asked, “that someone wearing a formal gown of any other dark color — for instance a dark blue — would have appeared to you under those circumstances to have been Mrs. Moar?”
“Those were the only ones who had gone up to that deck.”
“But there were other means of gaining that deck?”
“There were other stairs, yes.”
“And someone must have been in the hospital section, to have turned on that light.”
“I don’t know how it was turned on.”
Judge Romley said, “Just a minute, Mr. Mason.” He bent forward to regard the witness with frowning disapproval. “Miss Fell,” he said, “this is a murder trial. You’re in a court of justice. You are testifying under oath. This is not a game of wits which you are playing with opposing Counsel. This is a serious matter. Apparently your vision without your glasses is very much impaired. Now then, I want you to answer Mr. Mason’s question.”
“What question?” she asked.