"I've explained all that," persisted Clyde.
Mason's next tack was to hold Clyde up to shame for having been willing, in the face of all she had done for him, to register Roberta in three different hotel registers as the unhallowed consort of presumably three different men in three different days.
"Why didn't you take separate rooms?"
"Well, she didn't want it that way. She wanted to be with me. Besides I didn't have any too much money."
"Even so, how could you have so little respect for her there and then be so deeply concerned about her reputation after she was dead that you had to run away and keep the secret of her death all to yourself, in order, as you say, to protect her name and reputation?"
"Your Honor," interjected Belknap, "this isn't a question. It's an oration."
"I withdraw the question," countered Mason, and then went on. "Do you admit, by the way, that you are a mental and moral coward, Griffiths—do you?"
"No, sir. I don't."
"You do not?"
"No, sir."