“Yes, I went to the jail and I saw him, and I knew him.”
“But give a reason for your knowledge. How did you know him?”
“By––by the look in his eyes––by his hands––Oh! I just knew him in a moment. I knew him.”
“Miss Ballard, we have positive proof that Peter Junior was murdered and from the lips of his murderer. The witness just dismissed says he heard Richard Kildene tell you he pushed his cousin Peter Junior over the bluff into the river. Can you deny this statement? On your sacred oath can you deny it?”
“No, but I don’t have to deny it, for you can see for 477 yourselves that Peter Junior is alive. He is not dead. He is here.”
“Did Richard Kildene ever tell you he had pushed his cousin over the bluff into the river? A simple answer is required, yes, or no!”
She stood for a moment, her lips white and trembling. “Yes!”
“When did he tell you this?”
“When he came to me, just after he thought he had done it––but he was mistaken––he did not––he only thought he had done it.”
“Did he tell you why he thought he had done it? Tell the court all about it.”