The Innocent Woman

“No, no. I don’t mean that. I just mean I don’t want to go off on a tangent. Yes, of course he has the right to cross-examine. He can cross-examine him later to his heart’s content. If it ever comes to that.”
    “If it ever comes to that?” Judge Wylie said.
    Dirkson took a breath. “Your Honor,” he said. “It has come to my attention that evidence in this case may have been tampered with. It is possible that there has been a systematic attempt on the part of the defense to simulate events that did not in fact happen, and by so doing to attempt to manufacture an alibi for the defendant.”
    “That is a very serious charge. I hope you are prepared to substantiate it.” He held up his hand. “Don’t get me wrong. I don’t mean to say I hope the defense is guilty of an impropriety. I mean if you are making a charge like that, you’d better have something to back it up.”
    “I have, Your Honor,” Dirkson said. “Which is why I would like to withdraw this witness.”
    “I would imagine the defense would have something to say about that.”
    “I have, Your Honor,” Steve Winslow said. “I have not waived my right to cross-examine this witness, and I certainly don’t intend to do so now. I say, call in the jury and return the witness, to the stand.”
    “There you are, Your Honor,” Dirkson said. “Just what you’d expect. Knowing what I have in mind, the defense will use any stalling tactic it possibly can. If you return this witness to the stand, the ensuing cross-examination will take all day.”
    “I assure you it will not,” Steve said.
    “That’s not the point,” Judge Wylie said, irritably. “There’s no limit on cross-examination as long as new subjects are being raised. If they are not , Mr. Dirkson, you can object on the grounds that the question has already been asked and answered. Such objections would be sustained and such tactics would be recognized for what they are. And should they persist, they should be considered contempt of court. So there’s nothing to worry about in that regard, and no reason at all to disrupt the orderly process of this trial. Unless you have any further objection, I intend to return the witness to the stand.”
    “You’re inviting a filibuster,” Dirkson blurted.
    Judge Wylie’s face darkened. “I believe I have made my position clear. Mr. Dirkson, do you have anything else?”
    “No, Your Honor.”
    “Fine. Bring in the jury and return the witness to the stand.”
    When the jurors had been seated and Jerome Keddie was once more on the witness stand, Judge Wylie said, “Mr. Keddie, yesterday you completed your direct examination. Now is the time for the defense to cross-examine. May I remind you that you are still under oath. Mr. Winslow?”
    Steve Winslow stood up. “Thank you, Your Honor.” He walked over to the witness box and looked at the cab driver. He paused dramatically. Then he looked over at the jury. Then back at the witness. Then up at the judge. “No questions, Your Honor.”
    There was a gasp from the spectators.
    Harry Dirkson’s mouth fell open.
    Judge Wylie’s eyebrows raised.
    Only the jurors, who had not been present for the argument, didn’t realize what a shock that was. They looked at each other, wondering what was going on.
    “Very well,” Judge Wylie said. “The witness is excused. Call your witness, Mr. Dirkson.”
    Dirkson was confused by this turn of events, but not enough to deter him from his course. “Call Larry Cunningham,” he said.
    Cunningham, giving every indication of resenting being there, entered from the back of the court and strode up the aisle. He took the oath, sat on the witness stand, and glared down at the prosecutor.
    “Mr. Cunningham,” Dirkson said. “Are you acquainted with the defendant, Amy Dearborn?”
    “Yes, I am.”
    “Did you have occasion to see her on the night of June tenth?”
    “I have seen her on several occasions.”
    “I’m sure you have, Mr. Cunningham. But I’m asking you about this particular one. So allow me to refresh your memory. This was the night Frank Fletcher was killed. The night Amy Dearborn was arrested. I’m asking you if you happened to see her on that date?”
    “Yes, I did.”
    “You had dinner with her on that occasion?”
    “That’s right.”
    “And where did this dinner take place?”
    “At the Abbey Pub.”
    “And just what is the Abbey Pub?”
    “It’s a small bar/restaurant on 105th Street.”
    “West 105th