“If you are going to lead the witness, Colonel,” he said, “why don’t you lead her to some purpose? Why don’t you lead her to say there was only one shot?”
The huge counsel for the prisoner put out his hand toward the speaker, in the gesture of one who brushes aside a disturbing fly, but he did not otherwise move in his chair. His whole body was in repose. He spoke without moving a muscle.
“Now, Ellen,” he said, “the prosecuting attorney makes it a point against you that you were expecting something to happen. What do you say about that? You don’t deny it, do you?”
“Well, Colonel,” replied the witness, “I thought something might happen to Mr. Collander. I thought it all along.”
“Then you did expect it?”
“Yes,” replied the witness, “I suppose you could say I did expect it.”
The attorney rose.
“That brings us to another point made against you.”
He took up a weapon lying on the table before him. It was a thirty-two-caliber cylinder revolver of the usual type.
“You can identify this weapon?” the attorney asked.