“He had run about thirty feet when somebody fired. He fell.”
“Were any more shots fired?”
“No. That was the last.”
“From what direction did it come?”
“From my right.”
“How do you know?”
“By the sound and the smoke.”
“Where did the smoke rise with relation to the defendant?”
Silcott moistened his dry lips with his tongue. He was sweating blood.
“It was close to him.”