And now each juror was once more tense and leaning forward.
And Clyde noting their interest and curiosity, and most likely suspicion, now returned:
“Well, I don’t know just how I came to forget that.”
“Oh, no, of course you don’t,” snorted Mason.
“A man who is planning to kill a girl on a lone lake has a lot of things to think of, and it isn’t any wonder if you forget a few of them.
But you didn’t forget to ask the purser the fare to Sharon, once you got to Three Mile Bay, did you?”
“I don’t remember if I did or not.”
“Well, he remembers.
He testified to it here.
You bothered to ask the price of the room at Grass Lake.
You asked the price of the boat there.
You even asked the price of the bus fare to Big Bittern.
What a pity you couldn’t think to ask the price of the boat at Big Bittern?
You wouldn’t be so nervous about it now, would you?” and here Mason looked at the jurors as much as to say: You see!
“I just didn’t think of it, I guess,” repeated Clyde.
“A very satisfactory explanation, I’m sure,” went on Mason, sarcastically. And then as swiftly as possible: “I don’t suppose you happen to recall an item of thirteen dollars and twenty cents paid for a lunch at the Casino on July ninth — the day after Roberta Alden’s death — do you or do you not?”
Mason was dramatic, persistent, swift — scarcely giving him time to think or breathe, as he saw it.
At this Clyde almost jumped, so startled was he by this question and charge, for he did not know that they had found out about the lunch.
“And do you remember, too,” went on Mason, “that over eighty dollars was found on you when you were arrested?”
“Yes, I remember it now,” he replied.
As for the eighty dollars he had forgotten.
Yet now he said nothing, for he could not think what to say.
“How about that?” went on Mason, doggedly and savagely.
“If you only had fifty dollars when you left Lycurgus and over eighty dollars when you were arrested, and you spent twenty-four dollars and sixty-five cents plus thirteen for a lunch, where did you get that extra money from?”
“Well, I can’t answer that just now,” replied Clyde, sullenly, for he felt cornered and hurt.
That was Sondra’s money and nothing would drag out of him where he had gotten it.
“Why can’t you answer it?” roared Mason.
“Where do you think you are, anyhow?
And what do you think we are here for?
To say what you will or will not answer?
You are on trial for your life — don’t forget that!
You can’t play fast and loose with law, however much you may have lied to me.
You are here before these twelve men and they are waiting to know.
Now, what about it?
Where did you get that money?”
“I borrowed it from a friend.”
“Well, give his name.
What friend?”
“I don’t care to
“Oh, you don’t!
Well, you’re lying about the amount of money you had when you left Lycurgus — that’s plain.
And under oath, too.
Don’t forget that!
That sacred oath that you respect so much.
Isn’t that true?”
“No, it isn’t,” finally observed Clyde, stung to reason by this charge.
“I borrowed that money after I got to Twelfth Lake.”
“And from whom?”
“Well, I can’t say.”
“Which makes the statement worthless,” retorted Mason.