"Well, Olive, I think we may hope. Now, may I begin to cross-question you?"
Olive smiled sadly. "Go on, my little lawyer."
"First, then, were you personally acquainted with this Percy?"
"No."
"You have seen him?"
"At the trial; yes."
"Describe him."
"A blonde man, handsome, some would call him, with a soft, languid voice. I did not observe further."
"Would you know him if you saw him again?"
"Certainly. His was a rather uncommon face, and then the association—"