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Blair rubbed his chin. âWhat did you say?â
Orman. Orman did it.
Harley leaped up. âObjection, hearsay.â
What?
Blair shook his head. âSpontaneous utterance, Your Honor.â
âOverruled. You may answer.â
âI said Cicero Sweet killed a whore.â
Blair had Mr. Lord mark the paper with the bloody fingerprint as an exhibit, and the court admitted it into evidence. âPeter, is that your finger mark on the derringer?â
It was Ormanâs.
âNo, sir, itâs not.â
Blair took the derringer and the paper to the jury rail and laid them out side by side for the jurors to see. They all crowded around. Couldnât they see that it was Ormanâs print?
Catfish grabbed the miniĂ© ball from his trial box and clutched it tightly, looking back at Henry. I wonât let this happen. I couldnât save my own son, but I wonât let this happen to yours.
âPass the witness,â Blair said.
Everyone looked at Catfish.
Didnât they understand?
Harley touched his sleeve. âPapa?â
He gaped at his son.
Schoolcraft glared at him.
His head throbbed. Orman and ⊠Schoolcraft. They were mixed up together. Schoolcraft had caused all this, just like he had in Houstonâs case. Heâd call Schoolcraft next, after Orman.
âCatfish?â Judge Goodrich asked.
âPapa, do something.â
Catfish stared at the minié ball in his hand, a shot from another time.
Harley rose again. âNothing further, Your Honor.â
Chapter 38
Harley spent the recess begging his father not to call Orman, but he wouldnât budge. Papa said Orman was involved somehowâPeter proved that. If Peter hadnât touched that gun, he said, it must have been Orman.
It made no sense to Harley, but Papa was convinced.
Harley asked Miss Peach to sit with them at the defense table rather than behind. Maybe her presence would calm him. Calm them both.
âWe call Bud Orman.â Papa stared into the spectator gallery, his jaw pulsing.
Harley twisted around and followed his gaze to Thaddeus Schoolcraft. Why was he here, and why was he having such an effect on Papa?
Papa opened his clenched right hand and placed the spent miniĂ© ball on the table. âYour name is Bud Orman, isnât it?â
âWilliam Orman, to be exact.â
Papa leaned forward on his hands. âMr. Orman, did you murder Georgia Gamble?â
âOf course not. Your client did, counselor.â
Papa rose slowly. âYouâre not the sort whoâd kill somebody?â
âNo, Iâm not.â
âSo you donât you find occasion to kill people from time to time?â
âObjection!â Blair jumped up. âHeâs impeaching his own witness.â
âCatfish,â the judge said sternly, âif you put him on the stand, you vouch for his credibility.â
âJudge, respectfully, if I might?â
âCome up here, gentlemen,â the judge said testily.
All three lawyers hurried to the bench.
Harley strained to hear as Papa spoke in a suppressed voice. âI donât believe thatâs the law anymore. Iâm entitled to impeach any lying witness, including one I put on the stand. Heâs not free to lie just because I called him.â
âYour Honor,â Captain Blair said, âitâs right here in the Code of Criminal Procedure, article six hundred sixty-eight: âThe rule that a party introducing a witness shall not attack his testimony is so far modified as that any party, when facts stated by the witness are injurious to his cause, may attack his testimony in any mannerââhe looked up at the othersââexcept by proving the bad character of the witness.â Thatâs what heâs trying to do, Judge, prove bad character.â
âIf you have a prior inconsistent statement to impeach him with, Catfish, Iâll consider it,â the judge said, frowning at Papa, âbut you canât just attack his character like that.â
âJudge, I beg you, itâs the heart of our defense. If I canât show heâs a murderer, I canât prove he killed Miss Georgia.â
âHe just told the jury the killer was Peter DeGroote,â Blair said. âWhich is it?â
âIâll sustain the objection.â
The lawyers returned to their places. Papa clutched his minié ball in his left hand. His right began to tremble.
âPapa,â Harley whispered.
Papa didnât respond. His eyes remained fixed on Orman. His hand still shook.
He finally erupted, voice cracking and eyes blazing. âDid you shoot W. F. Houghston?â
Papa!
Blair leaped from his chair and pounded his fist on the table. âJudge!â
Papa turned on Blair.
âYou defended him,â he shouted.
Blair made a move toward Papa, but Judge Goodrich intervened. âStop! Both of you. Mr. Calloway, I sustain the objection. You will move on to something else. Now!â
Harley sagged in horror.
Papa nodded and ran trembling fingers through his hair, causing it to straggle over his forehead. He took a deep breath and then let it out slowly. âYouâre a bartender and sporting house tycoon, arenât you?â
âObjection, leading.â
âSustained.â The judgeâs face was still red.
Papa braced himself again on the table and took another deep breath. The intensity in his voice was so unlike him. âWhatâdoâyouâdo for aâliving?â
âI sell real estate.â
âDo youâownâMiss Jessieâsâsporting house?â
âI used to, but I sold it long before your boy there paid a call on her whores.â
Papa shifted the miniĂ© ball to his right hand, then stared at it in the palm of his hand. Slowly, his eyes rose to meet Ormanâs. âIsnât the truth that you did own it on April fifteenth, that you shot Georgia Gamble because she wasnât working hard enough to suit you, and Miss Jessie and Peter DeGroote are lying to protect you?â
Harley looked away. Sterling DeGroote owned Miss Jessieâs. It was clear on the record.
Orman smiled and replied calmly. âAs I already told you, I didnât shoot her, and I donât even know Jessie Rose.â
Papaâs jaw clinched, and he thrust a shaking finger at Orman. âYou went thereâin aâredâbuggy?â
âNo.â
âThe same red buggyâyou came to court in todayâwith Peter DeGroote?â
Papa, stop.
âI came here on the trolley. One of the jurors sat near me.â Orman pointed. âMr. Morrison. Ask him.â
Morrison seemed startled, glanced toward Papa, and quickly looked down.
âYou rode here in DeGrooteâs red buggy, didnât you? You goddamnedâliar âŠâ
Papa.
Blair shifted in his seat but didnât object.
Judge Goodrich intervened anyway. âMr. Callowayââ
â. . . you goddamnedâmurdering liar. Tell the truth.â
Orman cackled. âCounselor, youâre coming unhinged. Afraid youâre losing this case too?â
A snicker sounded from the gallery. It was Schoolcraft.
Papa jerked toward him, then twisted back to the grinning Orman. Papaâs eyes turned feral, and he lunged
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