"This all happened in the City of Oakland, County of Alameda and the State of California?"
"Yes."
"That is all," concluded the prosecutor.
"Cross-examine," directed the Court, turning to the defendant.
"I have no desire to cross-examine," replied the minister quietly, but again with that vibrant, far-carrying note in his utterance.
"You are excused," said the judge to the actress.
With an expression of relief, Miss Dounay left the stand, still without once having directed her gaze at the accused, although he continued from time to time to regard her fixedly with a curious, doubtful look.
"Miss Julie Moncrief," announced the prosecutor.
Red-eyed and frightened, the French maid took the stand. In a trembling voice, and with at least one appealing glance at the minister, who appeared to regard her more sympathetically than her own mistress, the little woman gave her testimony. It told of finding the defendant alone in this room where the guests had been inspecting the models for the London production of the play. He was not near the table upon which the models were displayed, but standing by the chiffonier, with his arm absently thrown across the corner of it, and the hand within a few inches of the small drawer in which the diamonds reposed temporarily.
"What part of his body was toward the chiffonier?" asked the prosecutor.
"His back and side."
"Where was he looking?"
"Out toward the room to which the guests had withdrawn."
"As if watching for an opportunity of some sort?" suggested Searle.
