“What did you do while you were there?”
“Talked with Ben’s brother.”
“Did you sit down?”
“Don’t b’lieve I did. Yes, come to think of it, I set on the edge of the bed while I was talkin’ to him. What are you askin’ me all these questions for? I don’t know anything about this business. I can’t tell anything that will do no good.” Spotty was perspiring freely, even while he continued to shiver occasionally.
“We’re simply trying to get at the facts,” said Lawyer Marsh quietly. “It’s always best to tell the exact truth.”
“I hope you don’t think I’m lyin’,” protested the disturbed witness. “I ain’t got nothing to lie about.”
“Did you see Ben Stone at all?”
“Yep; he was just comin’ in as I was leavin’. He was in an awful rush.”
“Did you stop to speak with him?”
“No; I was goin’ to stop, but he was in such a hurry I didn’t. He acted mighty queer to me—sort of scat like.”