"My words are plain, aren't they?" _Give him no time--Boxer hates to be pushed._ "She stepped out of the kitchenette and walked ahead of you down that little hallway toward the living-room, did she not?" "Really I don't remember. I suppose--" "Don't _remember_! In direct examination you showed an excellent memory for details. Let me just check your memory a little. What way does the front of that apartment house face, 21 Covent Street? East?" "Why--yes, east, or south-east anyway." "Was it a bright day, August 17th?" "Yes, bright sunny day." "Hot?" "Very hot." "Sunlight in the living-room windows, was there? Remember?" "Yes." "In the hallway?" "I guess so." "Good memory. Let me check it just a little more. What was Miss Blake wearing that day?" "A--oh, just a dress, I don't know what a dressmaker would call it." "Well--color?" "White." "Good. A simple white dress. Now look, Sergeant, I think you can remember whether she went ahead of you into the living-room. I'll help you out--you wouldn't have left her alone with that brandy bottle when you'd as good as told her she was under suspicion, would you?" "Oh--well, that. Yes, if it matters, I remember she went first." "Did you again tell her she ought to change her story?" "I may have." "Sergeant, I point out to you again, your memory under direct examination was excellent. You referred to your notebook, you repeated several remarks verbatim--to some of which the defense might have justifiably objected, if I had seen fit. Now--did you tell her a second time that she would get a better break if she changed this story which you say you didn't believe? Did you, Sergeant?" "Yes, it's my recollection that I did." "Did you suggest any other thing she might do that would, in your words, give her a better break?" "Any other--I don't know what you mean." "Then let me help your memory again. This conversation, when you repeated that she ought to change her story--did this conversation take place while you were going back to the living-room?" "I--oh, I guess so." "I'm asking for testimony, not guesswork. Did it, or not?" "Yes." "What did Miss Blake say?" "It's my recollection that she--I don't think she said anything." "She didn't? You remember how she _looked_, don't you?" "Of course." "Of course. Simple white dress, you said--correct?" "Yes." "Walking down the hall, between you and the sunlight in the living-room. Didn't she say, or rather cry out: 'Take your ugly hands off me, you fool!'--have you forgotten that?" He heard Hunter jump up, and waited motionless for the angry blast: "Objection! This is outrageous. There has been nothing--"