Quinn came in after the usual delay, walking with the policeman’s swagger even after years on the detective force. He came in with his heavy shoulders set well back, and his head held high, but his eyes had the fixed stare of self-consciousness. Taking the oath, he ascended the witness-stand, leaned over, placed his hat against the side of the chair, and then, crossing one fat thigh over the other, held it in position with his hand. On his finger flashed a diamond, another diamond sparkled on his shirt-front. "Pipe the rocks!" whispered Archie. "Know where he got ’em? Jane nicked a sucker and Quinn made her give ’em to him for not rapping." Marriott impatiently waved Archie into silence; like all clients he was constantly leaning over at critical moments of the trial to say immaterial things, and, besides, his hot moist breath directly in Marriott’s ear was very unpleasant. Eades led Quinn through the preliminaries of his examination, and then in a tone that indicated an approach to significant parts of the testimony, he said: "You may now state, Mr. Quinn, when you next saw the defendant." Quinn threw back his head, fingered his close-cropped red mustache, and reflected as if he had not thought of the subject for a long time. He was conscious that he was thus far the most important witness of the trial. He relished the sensation, and, knowing how damaging his testimony would be, he felt a crude satisfaction. Presently he spoke, his voice vibrating like a guitar string in the tense atmosphere. "The Friday morning before the Flanagan murder." "Where did you meet him?" "In Kentucky Street near Cherokee." "Was he alone, or was some one with him?" "Another man was with him." "Who was that other man--if you know?" "He was an old-timer; they call him Dad." "What do you mean by an ’old-timer’?" "An old-time thief--an ex-convict." "Very well. Now tell the jury what you did--if anything." "Well, I knowed Koerner was just back from the pen, and we got to talking." "What did he say?" "Oh, I don’t just remember. We chewed the rag a little." Eades scowled and hitched up his chair. "Did he say anything about Kouka?" "Hold on!" Marriott shouted. "We object! You know perfectly well you can’t lead the witness." "Well, don’t get excited," said Eades, as if he never got excited himself; as he had not, indeed, in that instance, his lawyer’s ruse having so well served its purpose. "I’ll withdraw the question." He thought a moment and then asked: "What further, if anything, was said?" "Oh," said Quinn, who had understood. "Well, he asked me where Kouka was. You see he had it in for Kouka." "No!" cried Marriott. "Not that." "Just tell what he said about Kouka," Eades continued. "I was trying to," said Quinn, as if hurt by Marriott’s interruption. "Ever since Kouka sent him up for--" "Now look here!" Marriott cried, "this has gone far enough. Mr. Eades knows--"