Truly Untrue

Truly Untrue

Broaderick Zeal stood up from his seat at the prosecution table. He walked toward the witness stand. He stood looking at the witness for a moment.

“Miss Alim,” he boomed making the witness jump.

Yadda Alim held her hand over her heart, closed her eyes and breathed deeply.

“I’m sorry ma’am. Did I startle you!”

“You know perfectly well you did!” she said, giving him a dirty look.

Being a lawyer, he was immune to worse looks than that, so he simply went on with his questioning.

“Where were you on the night of the attack?”

“On a moonlight stroll with my Edgar,” Yadda answered demurely.

“Where did you stroll?”

“On the river walk, it’s our favorite.”

“Then what happened?”

“I turned to say something funny to Edgar, and he was gone! Frantically. I ran up and down the walk, calling for help.”

“Why didn’t you call his name, perhaps he’d fallen accidently?”

“If he wasn’t at my side, I knew he wouldn’t hear me, for he was quite deaf.”

“I see,” Broderick said as he began to pace.

“Why don’t you tell us the real story! You’d fallen in love with someone else and wanted to be rid of your old lover in favor of the new!”

“That isn’t true.”

“It isn’t?”

“When I finally got some help from passersby, they found Edgar floating in the river, quite dead.”

Do you recognize the defendant, Miss Alim?”

“I’m afraid I forgot my glasses, so I can’t see him well.”

“Please walk to the witness box, sir. Miss Alim, now can you see him?”

“Yes, it’s ....”

The witness blanched and fainted.

“State your name and relationship to the witness.”

“Amboy Temple, Yadda’s man.”

“Did you kill Edgar Smart?”

“I didn’t try to save him!”

“Nothing further, Your Honor.”