Part 36 (2/2)
”No, sir.”
”Do you know whether he advocates bomb-throwing?”
”I suppose so.”
”You take it for granted, then, that all anarchists are bomb-throwers?”
”Yes, sir.”
”Had Dr. Hyndman thrown a bomb?”
”I don't remember.”
”Don't you remember that he merely made an anarchistic speech, in denunciation of society?”
”No, sir.”
”You didn't inquire into the matter much?”
”No, sir.”
”But Floyd, you say, expressed sympathy with the anarchists?”
”Yes, sir.” This was said emphatically.
”Didn't he say that he sympathized with Dr. Hyndman?”
”That's what I told you.”
”No, sir, it is not what you told me. Didn't Floyd say he sympathized with Dr. Hyndman as opposed to the bomb-throwing anarchists?”
”I don't remember that he did.”
”Didn't he say that he sympathized with Dr. Hyndman's objects, but not his methods?”
”I don't remember anything about that.”
”Then you didn't carry away a very clear idea of the conversation, did you?”
”I think I did,” the witness replied with positiveness. Then the cross-examiner dismissed him, satisfied to have made it apparent that fine distinctions would pa.s.s through Mr. Carberry's mind like beach sand through a sieve. The redirect examination went over the same ground, and Badger placed a Mr. Lovejoy on the stand.
”You are treasurer of the Beacon company, are you not?”
”Yes, sir.”
”All checks in payment for services rendered pa.s.s through you?”
”Through my subordinates or myself.”
”Have you calculated, as requested, the total sums paid to Robert Floyd for special articles during the time of his employment?”
”I have.”
”Will you state to the jury the earning capacity of this young man at the time of his uncle's death?”
”The question is prejudicially framed, Brother Badger,” said s.h.a.garach. ”Please do not incorporate your own inferences when examining a witness.”
”How much had Floyd earned while with you?” asked Badger.
”From January to June, inclusive, six monthly checks were made out payable to Robert Floyd, for services, and three smaller checks for expenses incurred. The amount of the former checks was $309.”
”During six months?”
”Yes, sir.”
”Mr. Hero Leander,” said the next witness.
”City editor of the Beacon, I believe?”
”Yes, sir.”
”Will you state any conversation you had with Inspector McCausland on Monday morning, June 30?”
”The conversation on my side was conducted in the deaf-and-dumb alphabet. Mr. McCausland entered our office and inquired which was Floyd's desk.”
”And what did you do?”
”I pointed.”
”To Floyd's desk?”
”Yes, sir.”
”Mr. McCausland.”
A buzz of expectancy went around when the inspector walked in from the ante-room and mounted the stand. He wore a rose in his b.u.t.tonhole, but the smile had left his countenance. With his testimony, it was felt, the real case for the prosecution began.
”You arrested the accused, I believe, Mr. McCausland?” asked the district attorney, amid the breathless attention of the court.
”I had that disagreeable task to perform.”
”Where was the arrest made?”
”On the steps of the Putnam hotel.”
”What was your first act upon reaching the station?”
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