Bisbee daily review., 1922-04-21

Y Long pause. Frightful pause Hours Whole court holding it's breath. Pause like a chunk of eternity. Silent as that Empty as that. What the devil was he tnlnklng of! Had he forgotten was he awake now to the frightful places he kept getting into and wondering If this was another and where exactly it lay? Appalling pause. Dashed wo- man somewhere in the court goes off into hysterics and dragged out. He uiu'nt hear a scream of it, that poor baited chap in the box. Just stood there. Gray as a raked-out fire. kace twltchIng. Awful. I tell you, awful. Nearly went into Mysteries myself. humpo stopping hls tongue around hls jaws, wacthing him like dog watches his dinner being cut up. Af- ter about two years, slaps in his ton que and demands, Come sir for what purpose did you buy this oxalic acid.?'
 Sabre gives his first clear, calcul- ated words since he had got up there. l. kuess he had been pulling hImsel- together to loUk TOT a trap. He saiu very slowly, trying each word, like q chap feeling along on thin ice; he
  to clean my straw hat - for-me --for-Brighton.
 Did she clean your straw hat for you?'
 Mods.
 You don't appear to be wearing it.
 Shakes.
 Pray, where, then, is this straw llat to clean which you obtained the oxalic acid? is it at your nouse:'
 Shakes.
 Not at your house! Odd Where
 then?
 Lock here
 Where then?'
 Look here
 Answer the question, sir Where is this straw hat?'
 Look here-' Gulps. Look here Gulps again. Look here. I lost it in the sea at Brighton
 'Humpo draws in his breath. Stares at him for two solid minutes without speaking. Then he says, like one speaking to a ghost, You lost it in the sea at Brighton, You lost it in the sea at Brighton!' Has an inspiration. Inspired in hell. Turns like a flash to the coroner. I have done with this witness, sir.' Sits down. Plump. Court lets go it's breath like the four winds round a chimney. Sabre stag gers out of the box falls across in to his seat.
 Too much for me old man. bawled out, people, in front of me nearly jumping out of their skins with the start, I bawled out, MT. Coroner, saw the witness at Brighton, and he told me he'd lost his hat in the sea-
 "Buddha, like a talking idol discOv- ering an infidel in his temple, Who are you, sir?'
 I'm a solicitor. I'm MT. Sabre's solicitor
 "Buddha to Sabre: Have you sol icitor in the court, Sabre?'
 No. No! Get away, Get out of it, Get away from me!
 You have no standing in this court, sir says Buddha.
 Awful. Nothing to be done.
 Presently Twyning in the box. Last witness-put up to screw down the lid on Sabre's coffin, to polish up the argument before it went to the jury. Stood there with the venom frothing at the corners of his mouth, stood there a man straight cut of the Joins of Judas Iscariot, stood there making his testimony more damning by pretending it was being dragged out of him. Told d positively damn ing story about meeting Sabre at the station on his departure from leave a day after the girl was sacked. No ticed how strange his manner was; about circumstances of her dismissal; noticed his wife hadn't come to see him off. Yes, thought it odd Sabre had explained wife had a cold. but saw Mrs. Sabre in Tidborough very next day. Yes thought the whe4e thing funny because had frequently seen Sabre and the girl together dur ing Sabre's leave. Yes, notably in the Cloister tea rooms late one even ing. Well, yes, had thought their be-