"Did he have the machine wrapped and sealed up in your presence?" "He did, sir." "This machine, now on the table?" "That machine, sir." "And this is the machine that the prisoner, Simon Crood, brought himself to Green & Polford's?" "That's the machine, sir."
"How long have you known him?" "Ever since I was a youngster, sir always!" "Have you ever seen Simon Crood at Green & Polford's, your employers?" "I have, sir." "When was that?" "He came in two days after I'd seen the facsimile, sir." "Bring anything with him?" "Yes, sir, that typewriter before you." "Sure it was this particular machine?"
Meeking nodded to his witness, signifying that he had no more to ask, but before Owthwaite could leave the box, Stedman, the local solicitor with whom Simon Crood had held a whispered conversation on coming into court, rose and began to cross-examine him. "Did you happen to be in Green & Polford's shop the front shop, I mean when Alderman Crood brought in that machine?" he asked.