The judge advocate's first witness that morning was an elderly man who apparently did not relish his unexpected prominence before the public. He sat biting his nails and glancing uneasily at Nancy. When being sworn he was ill at ease, and his behavior created a most unfavorable impression on spectators and court alike.
"Your full name?" demanded the judge advocate.
"Oscar Brown."
"Occupation?"
"Druggist."
"Where is your drug store?"
"On F Street next the Ebbitt."
"You know the accused?"
"I don't exactly know Miss Newton," he grinned deprecatingly, "but I have put up prescriptions for her on numerous occasions."
"When did you last see the accused?"