I got along all right with Mr. Youngquist. I was careful not to say anything about where I had stood or sat or walked. I said, "Yes, I followed him," because I did follow him with my eyes. Then Mr. Youngquist turned to the young fellow and said, "You may inquire."
The young fellow got up slowly and looked at me easily and gently, but it was still August. I was sweating. I knew it was coming. I looked at Slim. Slim was sweating too. I looked at Mr. Youngquist. He wiped the perspiration from his forehead.
"You say," the young fellow began softly, "that you and your partner followed Mr. Ellingbery from sometime in June?"
"Yes."
"You testified, I believe, that on the night of July the Fourth, Tom Ellingbery and this girl were at the amusement park?"
"Yes."
"And I believe you have cited some eight or nine dates up to the fifteenth of July."
I looked at Mr. Youngquist and I was astonished to see his face the color of bleached muslin.
"Well, did you or did you not?"
I looked at Slim. He was puzzled, too. Finally I nodded.