“I have, Jedge,” said the witness, anticipating the lawyer. “I have answered his question. I knowed the prisoner when he was a boy two feet long and a man five feet ten.”
“Your Honor——“
“It’s a fact, Jedge, and I’m under oath,” persisted the witness. The lawyer arose, placed both hands on the table in front of him, spread his legs apart, leaned his body over the table and said:
“Will you tell the Court what you know about this case?”
“That ain’t his name,” answered the witness.
“What ain’t his name?”
“Why, Case.”
“Who said it was?”
“You did, just now. You wanted to know what I knew about this Case. His name is Smith.”
“Your Honor,” howled the lawyer, pulling his beard, “will you make the witness answer my questions?”