“Well,” said the witness, “when they had got the correct combination written down, they put a gun against Mr. Halloway and made him go over to the telephone. They made him call up the watchman at the bank and tell him just what he has sworn here Mr. Halloway told him that night: that his child was sick and the doctor wanted him to come right home. Mr. Halloway had to say just what they told him to say, because there they stood with a gun against him. They could hear every word he said. The bank watchman asked him what he could do about leaving the bank, and they made Mr. Halloway say to him over the telephone, to go ahead out to his house at once and that he himself would drive over in his car and stay in the bank until the watchman got back; then they hung up the receiver.” The lawyer put a query: “How do you suppose they were standing while Mr. Halloway was calling the bank?” The witness got up. “Mr. Halloway was of course facing the telephone and the man with the gun was standing behind him with the muzzle jammed against his back. That would be the way they would be standing.” He was about to sit down, but the lawyer interrupted him: “Just a minute.” He turned to the prisoner sitting on his left. “Louie,” he said, “I want you to go over to Mr. Barkman and show us just how you were holding that pistol against the banker’s back while he was talking over the telephone. We’ll say Mr. Barkman’s the banker.” Everybody in the court room was astonished at this slip of the attorney. It would appear that he, like every one else, was convinced of the guilt of the prisoners, and that this conviction had thus unconsciously appeared in his words. The man seemed not to realize what he had said. But the prisoner saw it at once. “Colonel,” he objected, “how can I show him how it was done when I didn’t do it?” The attorney made an exasperated gesture. “Oh, Louie,” he said, “you are such a liar that nobody believes anything you say. Do what I tell you.” Then he stooped over the prisoner. “Just a moment, Judge,” he explained; “I have got to encourage my client.” He whispered something in the man’s ear. The prisoner rose and went over to the witness; he took him by the shoulders and turned him around toward the judge, so that his back was to the jury. He moved him until he got him in precisely the position which he wished and then he thrust his long forefinger in the man’s back, with the other fingers doubled up. “How’s that, Colonel?” he said. “Well,” said the attorney, “what do you think about it, Louie? Do you think it’s O.K.?” “Sure,” said the prisoner. Then he came back and sat down in the chair. The whole court room was amused and astonished. It was as good as a theater. The attorney returned to his examination of the witness.