She was called forward to the witness-box. Every eye in the room was

on her. Her head held high, her expression fearful, she half expected

applause. She was, after all, about to give the performance of her

life.

Judge Rafferty was so eager to hear her testimony he interrupted the

closing arguments so that she could take the stand. As she walked past

him to take her seat behind the railing, she looked him over closely

and came to the conclusion that it would take very little effort on her

part to get him in the palm of her hand. Rafferty was a heavyset,

middle-aged man with eyeglasses so thick his owlish eyes appeared to be

three times the normal size.

She also noticed he was taken with her. He smiled, he gawked, and she

couldn't have been happier.

She v. as being sworn in by the clerk when the defense attorney leapt

to his feet and demanded the judge's attention.

'Your Honor, this is highly irregular, ' he protested. 'Couldn't you

wait until the prosecutor and I have finished up and the jury has left

the courtroom to deliberate? My client is being tried on the charge of

attempted murder. The prosecutor is trying to prove that my client

willfully and with malice in mind tried to kill the Maple Hills

sheriff.

This case shouldn't be muddled up with a witness testifying about an

altogether different matter.' The judge peered at the upstart over the

top of his glasses. 'I'm fully aware of what this case is all about.

Do you think I've been sitting up here twiddling my thumbs and

daydreaming about fishing, Mr. Proctor? Is that what you think I've

been doing? ' 'No, Your Honor, I don'tt' The judge wouldn't let him

continue. 'What you're saying, Proctor, is that you don't think that

what the witness has to say is relevant, but I say it is. If your

client is who I think he is, then the jury needs to know it because he

would have been fleeing and he would have tried to kill the sheriff and

he would have tried it with what you call malice in mind.'

'But, Your Honort' 'Mr. Proctor, you need to understand. No one tells

me what to do in my own courtroom, and that includes fancy-pants

lawyers like you.

I know you're young and inexperienced and that you think you know just

about everything there is to know, but I make the rules here. Now sit

down and be quiet until I finish with my witness. You understand me?

' 'Yes, Your Honor.'

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