"Well, I've admitted that I didn't treat her right."
"Ha, ha! Right! Right! And because of that admission, and in face of all the other testimony we've had here, your own included, you expect to walk out of here a free man, do you?"
Belknap was not to be restrained any longer. His objection came—and with bitter vehemence he addressed the Judge: "This is infamous, your Honor. Is the district attorney to be allowed to make a speech with every question?"
"I heard no objection," countered the court. "The district attorney will frame his questions properly."
Mason took the rebuke lightly and turned again to Clyde. "In that boat there in the center of Big Bittern you have testified that you had in your hand that camera that you once denied owning?"
"Yes, sir."
"And she was in the stern of the boat?"
"Yes, sir."
"Bring in that boat, will you, Burton?" he called to Burleigh at this point, and forthwith four deputies from the district attorney's office retired through a west door behind the judge's rostrum and soon returned carrying the identical boat in which Clyde and Roberta had sat, and put it down before the jury. And as they did so Clyde chilled and stared. The identical boat! He blinked and quivered as the audience stirred, stared and strained, an audible wave of curiosity and interest passing over the entire room. And then Mason, taking the camera and shaking it up and down, exclaimed: "Well, here you are now, Griffiths! The camera you never owned. Step down here into this boat and take this camera here and show the jury just where you sat, and where Miss Alden sat. And exactly, if you can, how and where it was that you struck Miss Alden and where and about how she fell."
"Object!" declared Belknap.