“May I ask, sir,” he said to the Coroner, “what a bit of a row atween youngsters hez te do wi’ t’ case?”
“Nothing that I can see,” was the answer.
“It has a highly important bearing,” put in Mr. Stockwell. “If my information is correct, this witness is the only one whose evidence connects Mrs. Pickering even remotely with the injuries received by her husband. I assume, of course, that Marshall’s testimony is not worth a straw. I shall endeavor to elicit facts that may tend to prove the boy’s statements unreliable.”
“I cannot interfere with your discretion, Mr. Stockwell,” was the ruling.
“Now, answer my question,” cried the lawyer.
Martin’s brown eyes flashed back indignantly.
“We fought because I wished to take a young lady home, and he tried to prevent me.”
“A young lady! What young lady?”
“I refuse to mention her name. You asked why we fought, and I’ve told you.”