"On what business did the accused call to see you, Mr. Fowler?"
"He was inquiring about bombs," answered the witness, a strong back-country twang coming out as he proceeded and adding to his other peculiarities.
"What did he especially desire to know about bombs?"
"How they were made."
"Were you able to inform him? Have you made a study of this subject?"
"Oh, yes. There's nothing mysterious about it."
"You entered into a minute discussion, then, with Floyd on the subject of bomb-making?"
"Well, no; I answered his questions. Didn't volunteer nothing." Mr. Fowler grew reckless of the niceties of speech as he accelerated his replies. "Don't believe it's a proper matter to be preached from the housetops."
"Your room is tolerably near the top of the house, however?"
"Top story, sir."