"Very clearly," replied Joan Daisy. It was near the end of her second day upon the witness stand.
"Was he tall or short?"
"Short."
"When Police-officer Cummins questioned you, immediately after you told him of seeing a man with Adele Ketlar," continued Calvin, "did he ask you this question and did you make this reply? Question: 'Did you see him? Was he tall or short?' Answer: 'Tall, I think.'"
"I don't remember what I said," testified Joan Daisy.
"Do you now remember the color of the hair of the man whom you say you saw through the window?"
"Yes; it was dark—nearly black," lied Joan Daisy.
"When Officer Cummins examined you, did he ask you this question and did you make this reply? Question: 'Was he light or dark?' Answer: 'I—don't know.'"
She evaded again with "I don't remember," as she had been drilled by Mr. Elmen, who had impressed upon her that only thus could she save Ket; and thus was repudiated her entire statement to the police.
"When you met Ketlar outside the building in which you both lived," Calvin picked another point of attack, "what time was it?"
"About half-past twelve."
"After midnight, you mean?"
"Yes," replied Joan Daisy, shivering a little.
"When you entered the building with him, where did you go?"
"To his room."
"You were alone with him in his room after midnight?"
"With him and his piano!" Joan Daisy cried. "All the time we were there he played his piano; that's why I went in!"
"Did he have whiskey and sherry in the room?" Calvin proceeded relentlessly.
