"No. Wait--I do remember one time. Before she moved to Winchester. Not a call exactly. Mrs. Judd and I had stayed with the Dohertys overnight, the weekend. Remember now, the girl came over Sunday morning when the four of us were getting into Jim's car to go to Mass. The Chalmerses wanted to give Jim and Ann some maple syrup they'd made on the place, and it was Miss Blake who brought it over. Spring of last year. Come to think, that was the last time I saw Miss Blake before she moved to Winchester." "And after that, you say, you saw her hardly at all?" Judd flushed and paled. "To be exact, sir, just once." "Can you give us the exact date?" "Friday, June 19th." "And the place, and the time of day?" "My office in Winchester. About ten in the evening." "Please describe this occasion in your own way." "Well, my secretary Miss Anderson had been out sick several days, so Jim and I were swamped with work. I left the office my usual time, took home some stuff. Jim said he'd stay and work late. Evening, found I'd forgotten something, drove back for it, near ten o'clock. Light on in Jim's office, door of the outer office braced open way I'd left it, for fresh air--guess that's how I came to go in so quiet, wasn't trying to, certainly. Passed doorway of Jim's office, saw Miss Blake was--in there." Judd swallowed and coughed. "Compromising situation." "Do you mean they were embracing, something like that?" "Call it that. Divan. Jim's office. Wouldn't've believed it." "Was an innocent interpretation possible? She'd felt faint, or--" "Nothing like that, sir. Slacks, underthings, arm of divan." "Are you saying Miss Blake was nude?" "Wearing a--a blouse." The listeners were too intent to snigger. "Was Doherty also undressed?" "Part--partly." "Were they, to your knowledge, engaged in sexual intercourse?" "They--yes, they were." Short of breath, the courtroom sighed. "What did you do, Mr. Judd?" "Stepped back--got papers I wanted--left." "They didn't learn of your presence, so far as you know?" "No," he said, his breath still a burden to him. "No." "You can be certain they didn't see you in the doorway--how?" "Their eyes were closed." "Your witness, Mr. Warner." Warner remained by the defense table, standing, his hands pressing heavily on the back of his chair. Callista looked as though she had heard some dull distasteful gossip about a neighbor. "Mr. Judd, did you speak of this episode later to James Doherty--or to anyone?" "To Jim, yes." Judd's face showed unhealthy mottling. "Following Monday. Only right, I thought--had to have it out." "You told him what you had inadvertently seen?" "Yes. Felt I owed him that. Said--you want what I said?" "I think you might give the substance of the conversation."