"That was a mistake—unintentional," said Parkins, now thoroughly alarmed.
"You had known them for about six weeks," snapped Updyke. "No more lying, or there will be some one hung up by the thumbs so he will remember to tell the truth thereafter. Now then—I'll ask you to tell me how and when you got acquainted with her?"
"I bought some cakes, and pies, at her stand on the motor parkway at Patchogue," said the witness.
"Started in by kidding her, didn't you?"
"Perhaps—I don't quite recall," replied Parkins, mystified as to Updyke's source of information.
"Yes you do recall—and you also remember apologizing to her for calling her 'little sister'—now don't you? Speak up—say yes or no," growled the big fellow, as he stared the witness out of countenance.
"Yes"—replied the witness, his face now almost purple.
"You have a so-called hut on the ocean side—did you ever drive her out that way?"
"Yes—once."
"Showed her all the conveniences, too—didn't you?—the kitchenette and everything?"