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“Your Honor—”
“Hush.” My father waved his hand as if Jonah were a fly that needed swatting. He turned to Abraham. “Answer the question. Are you sure who you saw?”
Abraham worked his jaw, as if chewing a wad of tobacco. Then he spoke.
“I know it was Mr. Stephens shooting, ’cause I saw him clear as day. I heard Jimmie when he fell and hit the roof. I knew that’s who it was ’cause I’d watched him climb up on the roof. And I saw him again, when he fell.”
Good for you, Abraham, I cheered silently. Give it back to him. Stick him with the truth.
“And that’s the way you remember it?” Lewis said.
“Yes, sir. But not only that. That’s how it was.”
“How is your memory these days, Mr. Cross?”
“Sharp as a serpent’s tongue, sir,” he said.
That got a chuckle from the spectators.
Lewis smiled too. “How old are you now, Mr. Cross, sir?”
“Mama always said I come into Miss’ippi the same year Miss’ippi joined up with the United States.”
“And Mississippi became a state in 1817,” said Lewis. “So that would make you…”
“Eighty-nine,” Abraham said. “Same as Miss’ippi.”
Another laugh. If the jury was anything like the audience, some of them had to be enjoying Abraham’s company.
Lewis ambled over to his desk, picked up a piece of paper, and carried it to the bench. “Your Honor, if it please the court, I submit article number one as physical entry and evidence, a warrant from the chief of police to search the premises of one Abraham Cross in the Eudora Quarters.”
“Very well,” my father said. He took pleasure in sliding the document into the maw of his heavy iron stamp, bringing down the lever to imprint his seal and admit it into evidence.
He handed the warrant back to Lewis, who carried it to Abraham.
“Mr. Cross, would you please take a look at this document?”
Abraham slowly settled his spectacles onto the bridge of his nose and took the paper from Lewis.
“Mr. Cross, do you know how to read?”
Abraham straightened up and glared at him. “I’ve been reading the Good Book since I was five years old.”
“In that case, would you please be so kind as to read that for me—the sentences printed at the top, in the heavy ink.”
Abraham read: ‘‘This warrant renders unto the bearers the unchallenged right to examine all house, home, and household goods of the residence denoted below, by order of the Chief of Police in the township of Eudora, Mississippi.’ ”
Abraham looked up at the attorney towering over his wheelchair.
Lewis said, “Please read the name on the line marked ‘Residence.’ ”
“It’s my name. ‘Abraham Cross.’ ”
Lewis stuck his thumbs through his suspenders, a pose exactly like the photograph of Clarence Darrow I’d seen in the American Legal Companion.
“Now, Mr. Cross, when have you seen this document before?”
“Never in my life,” Abraham said.
