FLINT: What makes you think that?
HUTCHINS: Well, I noticed a car that started right after him.
[KAREN comes to life, suddenly, out of her frozen calm. She jumps up and throws her question at Hutchins]
KAREN: What car?
JUDGE HEATH: The defendant will please keep quiet.
[STEVENS whispers to KAREN, making her sit down]
FLINT: If Miss Andre will let me do the questioning, I may satisfy her curiosity. I was just going to ask what car, Mr. Hutchins?
HUTCHINS: It was a big black sedan, sir. It was parked two cars away from him.
FLINT: Who was in it?
HUTCHINS: I saw only one man.
FLINT: What makes you think he was after the first car?
HUTCHINS: Well, I couldn't be sure he was, sir. It just looked funny they started together like that.
FLINT: Did you see that other guest of Miss Andre's leaving, too?
HUTCHINS: Yes, sir. It wasn't more than ten minutes later when he came out of the elevator.
FLINT: What did he do?
HUTCHINS: Nothing unusual, sir. He seemed to be in a hurry. He went right out.
FLINT: And then what happened?
HUTCHINS: I started on my round of the building; and then, it must have been an hour later, I heard screams outside, in the street. I rushed down and as I came into the lobby, I saw Miss Andre running out of the elevator, her gown all torn, sobbing wild-like. I ran after her. We pushed through the crowd outside and there was Mr. Faulkner all over the pavement.
FLINT: What did Miss Andre do?
HUTCHINS: She screamed and fell on her knees. It was horrible, sir. I've never seen a body smashed like that.
FLINT: That is all, Mr. Hutchins.
STEVENS: You said that you had never seen Mr. Faulkner calling on Miss Andre after his marriage, with the exception of that night. Now, tell me, do you always see every visitor who comes into the building at night?
HUTCHINS: No, sir. I'm not in the lobby all of the time, I have my rounds to make. If the guest has a key, he can come in and I wouldn't see him at all.
STEVENS: In other words, Miss Andre might have had any number of visitors, Mr. Faulkner included, whom you never saw come in?
HUTCHINS: Yes, sir, quite right.
STEVENS: That is all.
[HUTCHINS leaves the stand and exits]
FLINT: Homer Van Fleet!
CLERK: Homer Van Fleet!
[HOMER VAN FLEET makes his appearance. He is tall, not very young, and can be best described by the word "correct." His clothes are correct --smart, but not flashy; his manner is correct - -cool, exact, strictly businesslike. He is diffident and dignified at the same time]
CLERK: You solemnly swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth so help you God?
VAN FLEET: I do.
FLINT: Your name?
VAN FLEET: Homer Herbert Van Fleet.
FLINT: Occupation?
VAN FLEET: Private investigator.
FLINT: What was your last assignment?
VAN FLEET: Shadowing Mr. Bjorn Faulkner.
FLINT: By whom were you hired to do it?
VAN FLEET: By Mrs. Bjorn Faulkner.
[A slight reaction in the courtroom]
FLINT: Were you shadowing Mr. Faulkner on the night of January sixteenth?
VAN FLEET: I was.
FLINT: Kindly tell us about it.
VAN FLEET: I'll start with six thirteen P.M.
FLINT: How do you know the time, Mr. Van Fleet?
VAN FLEET: Part of my duties. Had to record it and report to Mrs. Faulkner.
FLINT: I see.
VAN FLEET: [He speaks briskly, precisely, as if reporting to an employer]Six thirteen P.M. Mr. Faulkner leaves home on Long Island. Wears formal dress suit. Drives car himself, alone. Special notation: Unusual speed all the way to New York.
FLINT: Where does Mr. Faulkner go?
VAN FLEET: He drives up to the Faulkner Building and goes in. It is now seven fifty-seven P.M., all offices closed. I wait outside, in my car. Nine thirty-five P.M. Mr. Faulkner comes out with Miss Andre. Miss Andre is dressed formally. Special notation: Miss Andre is wearing a corsage of orchids of unusual proportions. They drive away.
FLINT: Where do they go?
VAN FLEET: No one is perfect in this world.
FLINT: What do you mean?
VAN FLEET: I mean I lost track of them. Due to Mr. Faulkner's speed and to an accident.
FLINT: What accident?
VAN FLEET: My left fender crashing into a truck; damages for which fender charged to Mrs. Faulkner.
FLINT: What did you do when you lost track of them?
VAN FLEET: Returned to the Faulkner Building and waited.
FLINT: When did they return?
VAN FLEET: Ten thirty P.M. exactly. A gray coupé follows them. Mr. Faulkner gets out and helps Miss Andre. While she rings the bell, he opens the door of the gray coupé; a tall gentleman in formal clothes steps out, and together they help out a third gentleman, the latter wearing a dark gray sport coat. Special notation: The aforementioned gentleman shows signs of inebriation. They all go into the Faulkner Building.
FLINT: Then what did you do?
VAN FLEET: Left my car and went into Gary's Grill, across the street from the Faulkner Building. I must explain that I allow myself time to take nourishment every four hours while on duty and four hours had elapsed since we left Long Island. I sat at a window and watched the Faulkner entrance door.
FLINT: What did you observe?
VAN FLEET: Nothing -- for fifteen minutes. Then the man in the gray coat comes out and starts the car -- the gray coupé. Obviously in a hurry. Drives south.
FLINT: Did you see the other stranger leave?
VAN FLEET: Yes, ten minutes later. He gets into a car which stands at the curb. I don't know how it got there, but there it is and he seems to have the keys, for he gets in and drives away. South.
FLINT: Have you ever seen Mr. Faulkner with these two men before?
VAN FLEET: No. First time I ever saw them.
FLINT: What did you do when they left?
VAN FLEET: I wait. Mr. Faulkner is now alone up in the penthouse with Miss Andre. I'm curious -- professionally. Decide to do some closer investigating. Have a special observation post; had used it before.
FLINT: And where is that?
VAN FLEET: At the Sky Top. Night club, roof of Brooks Building, three doors from Faulkner's. There's an open gallery there, off the dance floor. You go out and you can see the Faulkner penthouse clear as the palm of your hand. I go out, I look and I yell.
FLINT: What do you see?
VAN FLEET: No lights. Karen Andre's white gown shimmering in the moonlight. She is hoisting a man's body up on the parapet. A man in evening clothes. Faulkner. He's unconscious. No resistance. She pushes him with all her strength. He goes over the parapet. Down. Into space.
FLINT: Then what do you do?
VAN FLEET: I rush back into the dining room. Yell about what I'd seen. A crowd follows me down to the Faulkner Building. We find the bloody mess on the pavement and Miss Andre sobbing over it, fit to move a first-night audience.
FLINT: Did you speak to her?
VAN FLEET: No. The police arrive and I report what I'd seen, as I've told you here.
FLINT: Your witness.
[STEVENS gets up and walks slowly toward VAN FLEET, eyeing him steadily]
STEVENS: Can you kindly tell us, Mr. Van Fleet, when did you start in the employ of Mrs. Faulkner?
VAN FLEET: October thirteenth last.
STEVENS: Can you tell us the date of Mr. and Mrs. Faulkner's wedding?
VAN FLEET: October twelfth. The day before.
STEVENS: Exactly. Just the day before. In other words, Mrs. Faulkner hired you to spy on her husband the day after their wedding?
VAN FLEET: So it seems.
STEVENS: What were Mrs. Faulkner's instructions when you were hired?