Part 24 (1/2)

”And Mr. Jones was a source of trouble and great embarra.s.sment to her, wasn't he?”

This time Hammond made Bill the goal of his insulting focus. ”Yes, sir, he was! He was s.h.i.+ftless and drinking, cruel and untruthful.” With a malicious sneer he added, ”Why, to my knowledge, he's the biggest liar in the county!”

All this time, without a word, Bill had been sitting on the edge of his chair, accepting the testimony against him in the same indifferent manner in which he met most of life's difficulties. Hammond's last remark proved to be the first telling blow at his equanimity. It was too much! This Hammond person had called him, Bill Jones, a liar! In Lightnin's code, shrunken and old though he was, there could be but one answer. Calmly and quietly Bill stood up and began to draw his faded blue coat from his bent old shoulders.

CHAPTER XVII

Every eye in the court-room was on Bill. There was even a cheer, which the judge, half out of his chair, failed to reprove. Townsend knew that Bill was sore tried and had been brought to the point where his temper was not an impulse, but a last resort. His personal sympathies were with Lightnin's fistic intent. However, the order of his court must be observed and he signed to Blodgett, who raised his gavel. Before it was necessary to bring it down upon the table Marvin was quickly on his feet. He put a restraining hand on Bill's arm and with the other hand drew the coat back into its place on the bent shoulders.

In amused contempt, Thomas continued his examination.

”Did you ever see Mr. Jones drunk?” he asked.

”Yes, sir, I never saw him any other way.” Hammond laughed lightly.

”And you saw him abuse his wife?”

”Yes, sir.”

”You heard him tell lies?”

”I did indeed. Why, he broke the law by harboring a fugitive from justice in his house.”

Thomas, having brought skilfully to the attention of the court the numerous charges that he hoped would result in securing Mrs. Jones a divorce, dismissed Hammond from the stand.

His experience as a witness had not been a joyous one to Hammond, and he prepared to take quick action on his dismissal, but Marvin had other intentions.

Standing between Hammond and his way of escape, Marvin exclaimed: ”I am not through with the witness, Mr. Thomas! I also have some questions to ask him.” With a scowl Hammond threw himself back into the chair.

”You say, Mr. Hammond, that you had business dealings with Mrs. Jones?

Do you mind telling the court what that business was?”

”Not at all,” said Hammond, defiantly. ”I purchased three hundred and twenty-nine acres of land, including buildings, from Mrs. Jones for some clients of mine.”

”Why didn't you consult Mr. Jones?” asked Marvin.

”Because Mrs. Jones was the sole owner,” sneered Hammond.

Marvin looked him in the eye and said, slowly:

”You had seen the records?”

Hammond grunted in acquiescence and Marvin went on, each question bringing his victim nearer to an outburst of temper, which he hoped would lead to the self-contradictions he was sparring for.

”Now you testified that you first met Mr. and Mrs. Jones about seven months ago. Do you remember the exact date?”

”No, I don't recall the exact date. Perhaps you can,” he emphasized, with a contemptuous twist of his black mustache. ”It was the day I brought the sheriff there with a warrant for your arrest.”

Marvin, undaunted by this attempt to slander him, took occasion to give a thrust at Blodgett, who had been glaring at him all through the case.