“If the only thing you can absolutely swear to is that you saw two figures on the boat deck, but that you can’t positively identify either of those figures.”
“Well, I guess I saw them when they walked by me on the lower deck...”
“I’m not talking about the lower deck now,” Judge Romley said. “I’m talking about the boat deck.”
“No,” she admitted after a moment’s consideration, “I can’t identify the figures I saw on the upper deck.”
“That,” Mason said, surrendering her glasses with a bow, “is all. Thank you very much, Miss Fell.”
Scudder hesitated for a moment, then said, “That’s all.”
Aileen Fell adjusted her glasses, glowered at Perry Mason, and, chin in the air, marched across the railed enclosure to take her seat in the courtroom.
“Call your next witness, Mr. Scudder,” Judge Romley said.
“Captain Joe Hanson.”
Captain Hanson, big-bodied, heavily-muscled, clear-eyed, took the stand and regarded Perry Mason with steady gray eyes.