Chapter Forty-Two“Your Honor, the prosecution calls Mr. W. I. Gilbert to the stand.”
Mr. Gilbert wore a navy pin-striped suit and red polka-dot bow tie. With a broad smile to the jurors, he waddled to the witness stand and made himself comfortable there, like he owned it. Then with great ceremony, he placed his hand on the Bible.
“Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you God?”
“Of course,” he drawled.
“Mr. Gilbert, you’re an attorney by trade. Is that correct?” Clark asked.
“Yessir. Attorney to the stars.”
“Can you describe for us what happened on the afternoon of November 2, 1930?”
“Yes sir. I was in my office, finishing my lunch. Ham and Swiss on rye.” He chuckled, trying to work his good ole boy routine on the jurors. They tittered.
