Danvers said nothing.
“Take the stand, Mr. Overbrook,” Judge Colton said.
Overbrook once more took the stand.
Mason said, “You qualified, in a way, as an expert on tracks, Mr. Overbrook.”
“Well, us people that live out in the country know something about tracks.”
“You’ve done quite a bit of tracking?”
“Yes.”
“And you are fairly expert on tracks?”
“Yes, sir!”
“Now, then,” Mason said, “inasmuch as you seem to be an expert on tracks, will you kindly tell the Court how you know that the tracks made by this woman were tracks made by a woman jumping from the car and running to the highway and then coming back to the car?”
“Why, you can see it plain as day. Look at this diagram. That shows you the tracks.”
“Yes, that’s quite true. It shows tracks leading away from the automobile and coming back to the automobile.”
“Yes, sir.”
“And how do you know what happened there?”
“Why, you can see it written right on the ground. No person could have got out of the automobile without leaving tracks, and no person could have got in the automobile without leaving tracks. The way these tracks are, the woman jumped out of the baggage compartment and ran down to the road and then she came back and got in the car, and the only way on earth she could have got away from there was to have driven that car away, unless she had wings. Otherwise, she would have left tracks on leaving the car.”
“But there are tracks leaving the car,” Mason said.
“What?”
“There are tracks leaving the car.”
“No there ain’t. I looked that ground all over and this here diagram is correct.”
“But those are the tracks leaving the car,” Mason said, pointing to the diagram.
“Oh, sure. Those are her tracks leaving the car the first time, before she came back to it.”
“How do you know they were before she came back?” Mason asked. “How do you know that these tracks weren’t made first, the ones coming back from the highway and going to the car? How do you know this woman didn’t walk from the highway out to this point and then jump down over to this point on the ground and run back to the highway?”
“Why, now, you just can’t tell for sure!” Overbrook grinned. “Except, of course, that when she made these tracks here, you can see where she got in the car. Now after she got in the car, perhaps you can tell me how she managed to get down inside the baggage compartment.”
The courtroom tittered.
Judge Colton rapped with his gavel to silence the spectators.
“But suppose,” Mason said, “that when those tracks were made, the car wasn’t there.”
“Huh?” Overbrook asked, stiffening to startled attention.
Mason smiled and said, “Those tracks, Mr. Overbrook, could well have been made when the car wasn’t there. It would have been a simple matter for any woman to have walked out from the roadway to the point where the car tracks were located, to have made tracks at a point even with the place where the left-hand door of the car had been, and then, by using a pole similar to the manner in which a pole vaulter makes a long leap, to have made a short jump over to this point and then run back to the highway.”
“Well, now,” Overbrook said, scratching his head, “you’ve got something there, Mr. Mason! There isn’t anything that shows when the tracks were made.”
“Then, by that same sign,” Mason said, “there isn’t anything that shows when your tracks were made.”
“What do you mean?”
“Your tracks, down as far as the left-hand door of the car, could have been made on Monday night,” Mason said. “And then you could have gone out on your farm road Wednesday morning, put down the boards and walked out on those boards until you were in a position that was exactly even with the place where the tracks you had made Monday night ended, and then by walking back toward the farm road, your tracks would show as an uninterrupted line indicating you had made no pause. Your tracks of Wednesday could have been tacked onto your tracks of Monday. You can’t prove when your own tracks were made.”
“Well, of course,” Overbrook said, “I didn’t tie an alarm clock on each one of my tracks.”
Some of the spectators in the courtroom laughed.
“No,” Mason said, “but there is one very interesting thing that is shown in this photograph I am holding in my hand, but which is not shown in the diagram.”
“What’s that?”
“I notice,” Mason said, “that these little tracks here evidently indicate the tracks made by your dog. Now then, will you kindly explain to the Court how it happens that the dog accompanied you when these tracks were made from the car to the road, but didn’t accompany you when the tracks were made from your house to the place where the car was parked?”
Overbrook shifted his position in the witness chair.
“Can’t you answer that question?” Mason asked.
“Well, I’m just trying to figure out an answer.”
“The answer,” Mason said, “is that when you made those tracks from the house to where the car was parked, you didn’t have your dog with you; and the only time you didn’t have your dog with you was when he had been left in the house to guard the witness Fleetwood, and that was on Monday night. Therefore, Mr. Overbrook, you made those tracks Monday night after you had put Fleetwood to bed. You left the dog to guard him, and you took a flashlight and went out to back-track him and see what had happened at an automobile you had heard drive off the road. You got to the automobile and found a man lying in it in an unconscious condition. That man was Bertrand C. Allred, a man whom you hated because he had swindled you in a mining deal. You saw an opportunity to even the score with him and you simply got in the car, drove the car away and ran it over a grade where you knew he would be killed. Then a day or so later you began to be worried about the question of tracks and decided you’d better do something about them. So you went out and laid the boards down and finished making your tracks in an unbroken line from your house to the hard surface ground. But when you took those boards out, you were surprised to find additional tracks. Tracks had been made by some woman so that it looked as though she had jumped out of the baggage compartment and then returned to the car. Now, isn’t that exactly what happened?”
“Your Honor, I object,” Danvers shouted. “That question is incompetent, irrelevant, immaterial. It’s not proper cross-examination and...”
“You look at the witness’ face, young man,” Judge Colton said sternly, “and you’ll find that it certainly is competent, relevant and material. The objection is overruled. Now if you want to get at the facts in this case, Mr. Assistant District Attorney, the Court suggests you’d better pay more attention to Mr. Mason’s questions and the answers of this witness. Go ahead, Mr. Overbrook, you answer that question.”
Overbrook squirmed and twisted on the witness stand as though the chair had suddenly become hot.
“Answer the question,” Judge Colton said.
“Well, Your Honor,” Overbrook blurted, “I’ll tell you the truth. In some ways that’s just about what happened. It ain’t true in some respects.”
“In what respects?” Mason asked.
“When I got to the car,” Overbrook said, “I put my flashlight inside and saw this man in there and he was dead, and then I recognized that it was Allred, and I knew that I was in a jam because people knew I hated his guts and it would look as though — well, it would look pretty bad for me having his body found on my property, and this chap that was up there at the house, of course, he could claim that he didn’t know anything about it. Well, I was in a spot. So I took the car and drove her back down to the highway and just shoved her off the cliff, and then I walked back home. I got back about maybe three or four o’clock in the morning. Of course, the dog didn’t make any commotion when I slipped in, and I went to bed.