“Yes; he passed me and rushed down the street as fast as he could run.”
“Did you not make any attempt to stop him?”
“No; at that time I was unaware of the murder.”
“When did you again see him?”
“Not until a few days ago, when I recognised his portrait in a newspaper.”
A long cross-examination resulted in the witness firmly adhering to his story, and explaining that as he had been on a long voyage he knew nothing of the occurrence until many months afterwards.
Demetrius, with evident unwillingness, entered the box. His story was brief, yet damaging.
When he had concluded, Mr Roland, adjusting his eye-glasses, rose and asked:
“You are acquainted with prisoner’s wife, I believe?”
“Yes; she is my cousin.”