The Anonymous Client

worth. The expression on Fitzpatrick’s face when he inquired, “You released him?” was a wonder to behold. Sergeant Stams actually squirmed.
    Fitzpatrick also had the benefit of the grand jury testimony, so he knew just which questions to ask.
    “Well, Sergeant Stams, you claim you found ten thousand dollars in a money belt on the body, and an additional ten thousand dollars in the upstairs hallway, is that right?”
    “Yes, sir.”
    “Referring to the money hidden in the upstairs hallway—that was ten thousand dollars in thousand dollar bills?”
    “That’s correct.”
    “Did you attempt to trace those bills to determine where they’d come from?”
    “Yes, I did.”
    “And do you know who withdrew those bills from the bank?”
    “Only by hearsay, from the bank teller.”
    “I understand. Then let me ask you this: did you carry those bills around with you when you went to talk to the various bank tellers?”
    “No, I did not.”
    “Then how did you know which bills you were inquiring about?”
    “I made a list of the serial numbers.”
    “Then let me ask you this: aside from talking to the bank tellers, did you have occasion to compare your list of serial numbers, the numbers taken from the thousand dollar bills found in the upstairs hallway, with any other list of serial numbers?”
    “Yes, I did.”
    “And did those serial numbers match?”
    “They did.”
    “Each and every serial number?”
    “Yes.”
    “In other words, the ten serial numbers on your list matched ten serial numbers on another list?”
    “That’s right.”
    “And where did you get this other list of serial numbers you compared it with?”
    “It was handed to me by the District Attorney, Harry Dirkson.”
    Fitzpatrick frowned. “And do you know, of your own knowledge, where Harry Dirkson got that list of serial numbers?”
    “Yes, I do.”
    “And where was that?”
    “It was given to him by Steve Winslow.”
    Fitzpatrick smiled. “In your presence?”
    “That’s right.”
    “And where did this take place?”
    “In Mr. Dirkson’s office.”
    “When?”
    “In the early morning hours of the tenth. One or two in the morning is the closest I can recall.”
    “And is this the same Steve Winslow whom you had interrogated at the scene of the crime?”
    “That’s right.”
    “And this was later that same evening? Though technically it was the next day, since it was after midnight, is that right?”
    “That’s right.”
    “So,” Fitzpatrick said. “You interrogated Steve Winslow at the scene of the crime. And then you saw him several hours later in Harry Dirkson’s office, where he produced that list of bills, is that right?”
    “That’s right.”
    “Tell me, did you happen to encounter Mr. Winslow at any time between those two times?”
    “Yes, I did.”
    “Could you tell us when and where?”
    “Yes, sir. At around ten-thirty that evening I went to Glen Cove to interview Marilyn Harding. When I arrived, Steve Winslow was there talking to her.”
    “Steve Winslow was talking to Marilyn Harding?”
    “Yes.”
    “The defendant in this case?”
    “Yes, sir.”
    “Steve Winslow is an attorney. Did he claim to be her attorney?”
    “No, sir.”
    “Did he make any explanation for what he was doing there talking to my client at ten-thirty in the evening?”
    “No, he did not.”
    “So, if I understand your testimony correctly, at around seven o’clock you interview and search Steve Winslow, who was found in the apartment with the deceased. At ten-thirty in the evening, you encounter Steve Winslow in Glen Cove, Long Island, talking to the defendant, Marilyn Harding. And at around one o’clock in the morning, in District Attorney Harry Dirkson’s office, this same Steve Winslow produces a list containing the serial numbers of the ten one thousand dollar bills that you found hidden in the upstairs hallway near the apartment of the deceased?”
    “That’s right.”
    Fitzpatrick chuckled and shook his head. “And yet it is Marilyn Harding who has been charged with this crime.”
    Dirkson lunged to his feet. “Objection, Your Honor.’
    Judge Graves banged the gavel. “Sustained. Mr. Fitzpatrick, I have already warned you about such side remarks.”
    “Yes, Your Honor. No further questions.”
    Dirkson next called the bank teller who identified Marilyn Harding as the person who had withdrawn the ten thousand dollars found in the money belt on the victim.
    Fitzpatrick did not cross-examine.
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