When he got that far it began to sound like a sales talk, and the magistrate held up his hand.
“I’ve got all the insurance I need.”
Everybody laughed at the magistrate’s gag.
Even I laughed.
You’d be surprised how funny it sounded.
Sackett asked a few more questions, and then the magistrate turned to Katz.
Katz thought a minute, and when he talked to the guy, he did it slow, like he wanted to make sure he had every word straight.
“You are an interested party to this proceeding?”
“In a sense I am, Mr. Katz.”
“You wish to escape payment of this indemnity, on the ground that a crime has been committed, is that correct?”
“That is correct.”
“You really believe that a crime has been committed, that this woman killed her husband to obtain this indemnity, and either tried to kill this man, or else deliberately placed him in jeopardy that might cause his death, all as part of a plan to obtain this indemnity?”
The guy kind of smiled, and thought a minute, like he would return the compliment and get every word straight too.
“Answering that question, Mr. Katz, I would say I’ve handled thousands of such cases, cases of fraud that go over my desk every day, and I think I have an unusual experience in that kind of investigation.
I may say that I have never seen a clearer case in all my years’ work for this and other companies.
I don’t only believe a crime has been committed, Mr. Katz.
I practically know it.”
“That is all.
Your honor, I plead her guilty on both charges.”
If he had dropped a bomb in that courtroom, he couldn’t have stirred it up quicker.
Reporters rushed out, and photographers rushed up to the desk to get pictures.
They kept bumping into each other, and the magistrate got sore and began banging for order.
Sackett looked like he had been shot, and all over the place there was a roar like somebody had all of a sudden shoved a seashell up against your ear.
I kept trying to see Cora’s face.
But all I could get of it was the corner of her mouth.
It kept twitching, like somebody was jabbing a needle into it about once every second.
Next thing I knew, the guys on the stretcher picked me up, and followed the young guy, White, out of the courtroom.
Then they went with me on the double across a couple of halls into a room with three or four cops in it.
White said something about Katz, and the cops cleared out.
They set me down on the desk, and then the guys on the stretcher went out.
White walked around a little, and then the door opened and a matron came in with Cora.
Then White and the matron went out, and the door closed, and we were alone.
I tried to think of something to say, and couldn’t.
She walked around, and didn’t look at me.
Her mouth was still twitching.
I kept swallowing, and after a while I thought of something.
“We’ve been flim-flammed, Cora.”
She didn’t say anything. She just kept walking around.
“That guy Katz, he’s nothing but a cop’s stool.
A cop sent him to me.
I thought he was on the up-and-up.
But we’ve been flim-flammed.”
“Oh no, we ain’t been flim-flammed.”
“We been flim-flammed.
I ought to have known, when the cop tried to sell him to me.
But I didn’t.
I thought he was on the level.”
“I’ve been flim-flammed, but you haven’t.”
“Yes I have.
He fooled me too.”