“Not till this very day; in fact—here in court.”
“When he spoke of Montana, did he ask you how much it would cost to get there?”
“He did, and I informed him that it would cost at least a hundred dollars. I advised him against going.” There was a slight titter of the spectators at this.
“I think that’s all, your Honor,” said the interrogator. “Since the boy admits he took the satchel, we need not prove that.”
“Just one moment,” drawled Mr. Walton, drawing himself slowly to his feet. He had employed no lawyer, and would not, unless his stepson were held for trial on the serious charge of robbery.
“You say you live with your married sister?” he drawled ruminatively.
“Mrs. Winton C. DeGraw, yes.”
“Then your name would not be in the ’phone book?”
“Presumably not.”
“Hmph.”