The Eye of Dread Part 58

"No, I seen heem dot day und it vas efening."

"Where were you when you saw him next?"

"I vas goin' 'long mit der calf to eat it gra.s.s dere by Ballards'

yard, und he vas goin' 'long mit hees cousin, Craikmile's son, und he vas walkin' slow for hees cousin, he don' got hees crutch dot day, he valk mit dot stick dere, und he don' go putty quvick mit it." Nels pointed to the heavy blackthorn stick lying on the table before the jury.

"Were the two young men talking together?"

"No, dey don' speak much. I hear it he say, 'It iss better you valk by my arm a little yet, Peter,' und Craikmile's son, he say, 'You go vay mit your arm, I got no need by it,' like he vas little mad yet."

"You say you saw him in the morning with Miss Ballard. Where were the family at that time?"

"Oh, dey vas gone by der church already."

"And in the evening where were they?"

"Oh, dey vas by der house und eat supper den."

"Did you see the prisoner again that day?"

"No, I didn' see heem dot day no more, bot dot next day I seen heem--goot I seen heem."

Harry King here asked his counsel to object to his allowing the witness to continually a.s.sert that the man he saw was the prisoner.

"He does not know that it was I. He is mistaken as are you all." And Nathan Goodbody leaped to his feet.

"I object on behalf of my client to the a.s.sumption throughout this whole examination, that the man whom the witness claims to have seen was the prisoner. No proof to that effect has yet been brought forward."

The witness was then required to give his reasons for his a.s.sertion that the prisoner was the man he saw three years before.

"By what marks do you know him? Why is he not the man he claims to be, the son of the plaintiff?"

"Oh, I know heem all right. Meester Craikmile's son, he vos more white in de face. Hees hair vas more--more--I don' know how you call dot--crooked on hees head yet." Nels put his hand to his head and caught one of his straight, pale gold locks, and twisted it about. "It vas goin round so,--und it vas more lighter yet as dot man here, und hees face vas more lighter too, und he valked mit stick all time und he don' go long mit hees head up,--red in hees face like dis man here und dark in hees face too. Craikmile's son go all time limpin' so."

Nels took a step to ill.u.s.trate the limp of Peter Junior when he had seen him last.

"Do you see any other points of difference? Were the young men the same height?"

"Yas, dey vas yust so high like each other, but not so vide out yet.

Dis man he iss vider yet as Meester Craikmile's son, he iss got more chest like von goot horse--Oh, I know by men yust de same like horses vat iss der difference yet."

"Now you tell the court just what you saw the next day. At what time of the day was it?"

"It vas by der night I seen heem."

"On Monday night?"

"Yas."

"Late Monday night?"

"No, not so late, bot it vas dark already."

"Tell the court exactly where you saw him, when you saw him, and with whom you saw him, and what you heard said."

"It vas by Ballards' I seen heem. I vas comin' home und it vas dark already yust like I tol' you, und I seen dot man come along by Ballards' house und stand by der door--long time I seen heem stan'

dere, und I yust go by der little trees under, und vatching vat it is for doin' dere, dot man? Und I seen heem it iss der young man vat iss come dot day askin' vere iss Ballards' folks, und so I yust wait und look a little out, und I vatchin' heem. Und I seen heem stand und vaitin' minute by der door outside, und I get me low under dem little small flowers bushes Ballards is got by der door under dot vindow dere, und I seen heem, he goin' in, and yust dere is Mees Betty sittin', und he go quvick down on hees knees, und dere she yump lak she is scairt. Den she take heem hees head in her hands und she asket heem vat for is it dat blud he got it on hees head, und so he say it is by fightin' he is got it, und she say vy for is he fightin', und he say mit hees cousin he fight, und hees cousin he hit heem so, und she asket heem vy for is hees cousin hit heem, und vy for iss he fightin'

mit hees cousin any vay, und den dey bot is cryin'. So I seen dot--und den she go by der kitchen und bring vater und vash heem hees head und tie clots round it so nice, und dere dey is talkin', und he tol' her he done it."

"What did he tell her he had done?"

"Oh, he say he keel heem hees cousin. Dot vat I tol' you he done it."

"How did he say he killed him?"

The silence in the court room was painful in its intensity. The Elder leaned forward and listened with contorted face, and the prisoner held his breath. A pallor overspread his face and his hands were clenched.

"Oh, he say he push heem in der rifer ofer, und he do it all right for he liket to do it, but he say he goin' run vay for dot."

"You mean to say that he said he intended to push him over? That he tried to do it?"

"Oh, yas, he say he liket to push heem ofer, und he liket to do dot, but he sorry any vay he done it, und he runnin' vay for dot."

"Tell the court what happened then."

"Den she get him somedings to eat, und dey sit dere, und dey talk, und dey cry plenty, und she is feel putty bad, und he is feel putty bad, too. Und so--he go out und shut dot door, und he valkin' down der pat', und she yust come out der door, und run to heem und asket heem vere he is goin' und if he tell her somedings vere he go, und he say no, he tell her not'ing yet. Und den she say maybe he is not keel heem any vay, bot yust t'inkin' he keel him, und he tol' her yas, he keel heem all right, he push heem ofer und he is dead already, und so he kiss her some more, und she is cry some more, und I t'ink he is cry, too, bot dot is all. He done it all right. Und he is gone off den, und she is gone in her house, und I don't see more no."

As the witness ceased speaking Mr. Hibbard turned to counsel for the prisoner and said: "Cross-examine."

Rising in his place, and advancing a few steps toward the witness, the young lawyer began his cross-examination. His task did not call for the easy nonchalance of his more experienced adversary, who had the advantage of knowing in advance just what his witness would testify.

It was for him to lead a stubborn and unwilling witness through the mazes of a well-prepared story, to unravel, if possible, some of its well-planned knots and convince the jury if he could that the witness was not reliable and his testimony untrustworthy.

But this required a master in the art of cross-examination, and a master begins the study of his subject--the witness--before the trial.

In subtle ways with which experience has made him familiar, he studies his man, his life, his character, his habits, his strength, his weakness, his foibles. He divines when he will hesitate, when he will stumble, and he is ready to pounce upon him and force his hesitation into an attempt at concealment, his stumble into a fall.

It is no discredit to Nathan Goodbody that he lacked the skill and cunning of an astute cross-examiner. Unlike poets, they are made, not born, and he found the Swede to be a difficult witness to handle to his purpose. He succeeded in doing little more than to get him to reaffirm the damaging testimony he had already given.

Being thus baffled, he determined to bring in here a point which he had been reserving to use later, should Milton Hibbard decide to take up the question of Peter Junior's lameness. As this did not seem to be imminent, and the testimony of Nels Nelson had been so convincing, he wished of all things to delay the calling of the next witness until he could gain time, and carry the jury with him. Should Betty Ballard be called to the stand that day he felt his cause would be lost.

Therefore, in the moment's pause following the close of his cross-examination of the last witness, he turned and addressed the court.

"May it please the Court. Knowing that there is but one more witness to be called, and that the testimony of that witness can bring forward no new light on this matter, I have excellent reason to desire at this time to move the Court to bring in the verdict of not guilty."

At these words the eyes of every one in the court room were turned upon the speaker, and the silence was such that his next words, though uttered in a low voice, were distinctly heard by all present.

"This motion is based upon the fact that the State has failed to prove the _corpus delicti_, upon the law, which is clear, that without such proof there can be no conviction of the crime of murder. If the testimony of the witness Nels Nelson can be accepted as the admission of the man Richard Kildene, until the State can prove the _corpus delicti_, no proof can be brought that it is the admission of the prisoner at the bar. I say that until such proof can be brought by the State, no further testimony can convict the prisoner at the bar. If it please the Court, the authorities are clear that the fact that a murder has been committed cannot be established by proof of the admissions, even of the prisoner himself that he has committed the crime. There must be direct proof of death as by finding and identification of the body of the one supposed to be murdered. I have some authorities here which I would like to read to your honor if you will hear them."

The face of the judge during this statement of the prisoner's counsel was full of serious interest. He leaned forward with his elbow on the desk before him, and with his hand held behind his ear, intent to catch every word. As counsel closed the judge glanced at the clock hanging on the wall and said:--

"It is about time to close. You may pa.s.s up your authorities, and I will take occasion to examine them before the court opens in the morning. If counsel on the other side have any authorities, I will be pleased to have them also."