“I’m sorry you feel so sick, Mr. Moor,” said the magistrate.
“If you have no more use for me, I’d like to go,” said Mr. Moor.
Mr. Morrow said that he might leave now, if he wished, so he worked his way through the crowd in the office, looking neither to the right nor to the left, and so went into the street.
The next witness called was Patty Penrose, and she stood up, resting her hand on the top of her chair as she did so. There was not a particle of color in her face as she stood before the magistrate. A strand of hair had fallen across her brow, but she did not brush it back, or seem to notice it. Tom’s heart bled for her as he stood looking at her.
“Will you swear or affirm?” said the magistrate.
“I affirm,” she answered, in a low voice. Then she repeated after him the words of affirmation: “I do most solemnly affirm—that what I tell—is the truth—the whole truth—and nothing but the truth.”
“When did you see the prisoner last?”
“Yesterday.”
“At what time was it?”
“In the afternoon.”