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As if by reflex, Luisa Marin turned to Paget. The other jurors followed; helpless, Paget could feel them studying the features Georgina Keller had described.

âHad you ever seen this man before, Mrs Keller?'

âNo. Never.'

âAfter looking at his sleeve, what did the man do next?'

âHe turned away.' Keller's eyes closed briefly. âBut I was afraid to shut the door, because he'd hear me. So I leaned against it, listening to his footsteps, until he disappeared.'

Her voice had fallen. Quickly, Salinas asked, âDid you call the police?'

âNo.' Keller hung her head. âIt was none of my business, I thought, and I was leaving the next morning. To visit my daughter in Florida. Until I returned, three weeks later, I didn't know that Mr Arias was dead.'

âAnd did there come a time, after you returned, when the police came to your apartment?'

âInspector Monk did.' Keller thought for a moment. â
And
his partner. Inspector Lynch. I was shocked, of course.'

âAnd did you tell them about the man you saw?'

âYes. They had me describe him, over and over.'

âWhat happened next?'

âThey showed me a picture. From a newspaper, I thought.' Fretful, Keller passed a hand through her hair, still looking everywhere but at Paget. âRight away, Mr Salinas, I knew I'd seen the face before.'

Salinas walked to the easel with the photograph of Paget â a head shot, taken at the time of the Carelli trial. âAnd is
this
the photograph Inspector Monk showed you?'

âYes.' Keller gazed at the picture. âIt was the man in the hallway.'

âYou're certain of that?'

A jerky nod, face averted from Paget. âYes.'

A grimness had begun settling over the courtroom. Paget had seen it before: a turning point, when a jury begins to accept a defendant's guilt. Since Keller began, Caroline had not even looked at him. She had made no notes at all.

âAnd did there come a time,' Salinas asked, âwhen Inspector Monk took you to a lineup?'

âYes.'

âCould you describe what happened there?'

Keller sounded vaguely mystified, as if describing the arcane rites of an obscure South American tribe. âThey took me into an auditorium, at the police station. It was almost like a play â the stage was lit, but all the seats were dark.

âThere were six men on the stage, dressed in orange coveralls and holding numbers to their chests. Each of them stepped forward, turning to the left and the right, while Inspector Monk asked if I recognized any of them.'

âAnd did you?'

âYes.' Keller spoke more firmly now; still she did not look at Paget. âI asked the man to step forward twice, just to make sure. But I knew him the moment I saw him.'

Salinas stood straighter, jamming both hands in his pockets. âand do you
also
see that man in the courtroom, Mrs Keller?'

For the first time, Georgina Keller turned to Paget. She paused for a moment, as if checking each feature, and then raised her arm to point. âYes, I do. The defendant. Mr Paget.'

Beginning, Caroline seemed muted. âThis crack in the door,' she asked in a tone of pleasant inquiry. âAbout how wide was it?'

Frowning, Keller held her hands in front of her face, peering between them. âLike so.'

âAbout two to three inches.'

âI would say that. But the door opens on the right side, and Mr Arias's apartment was to my left. So I was looking straight at his door.'

It was a very good answer, Paget knew. Caroline seemed to search for another avenue. âAbout how long,' she asked, âwould you say that this man paused, looking at his hand and sleeve?'

âFor a time.' Keller reflected for a moment. âA good ten seconds.'

âYou were frightened, yes?'

âYes.'

âThat can make time stand still, Mrs Keller. In fairness, could it have been less than ten seconds?'

Silence, then a grudging nod. âI suppose it could have.'

âPerhaps even five?'

Keller shook her head. âIt couldn't have been that short a time. He looked at his hand
and
his sleeve.'

Caroline tilted her head. âDid
you
look at his hand?'

âYes.'

âCould you see anything?'

âI thought maybe it was injured. As I said, the man shook it.'

Caroline nodded. âAnd when the man looked at his
sleeve
, did
you
look at it too?'

âYes.'

âCould you see anything?'

Keller gave a nod of satisfaction. âHe was right beneath the overhead light in the hallway. I thought I saw a stain â dark speckles on the sleeve.'

Each answer, Paget knew, was that much worse; for the first time, Caroline seemed to be floundering. âAbout how long, Mrs Keller, did
you
look at this man's hand?'

Keller squinted. âA few seconds, at least.'

Caroline nodded. âAbout how long did you look at his
sleeve
before noticing the stains?'

âAnother few seconds.'

âAnd during the time you were looking at his hand, and then his sleeve, you
weren't
looking at his face, correct?'

A slight pause. âI suppose not, no.'

âSo out of the ten seconds â or maybe less â that this man was in front of Mr Arias's door, how long did you actually see his face?'

Narrow-eyed, Keller sucked in her cheeks; it gave her a hollow, gaunt look. âI can't say.'

âLess than five seconds?'

âMaybe.'

âLess than three?'

âI don't know.' Keller's raspy voice rose slightly. âAll I can tell you is that I saw his face, clearly.'

âClearly? It was in shadows, right?'

âWhat do you mean?'

âIt would
have
to be, Mrs Keller. If the light was right above his head.'

Caroline had captured the jury's attention now. But it seemed more polite than vigilant; to the jury, Paget was certain, the photograph and lineup had damaged him, and the in-court identification had finished him off. In a recalcitrant tone, Keller said to Caroline, âI can't remember shadows. I saw him, that's all.'

To Paget's surprise, Caroline nodded agreeably. âAnd you'd never seen him before, correct?'

âCorrect,' Keller affirmed.

Somewhere in the last two answers, Paget suddenly sensed. Caroline had set a trap. But he could not yet see where it was.

âAnd how much time passed,' Caroline was asking, âuntil Inspector Monk dropped by with the picture you identified?'

âPerhaps three weeks.'

âAnd how long after
that
did you identify Mr Paget in a lineup?'

âMaybe another two weeks.'

âIn other words, at least five weeks or so from the time that you saw the man leaving Mr Arias's apartment.'

Keller touched her cheek. âI guess so. But I
knew
that I'd seen him before.'

Caroline looked curious. âHow do you know that you weren't identifying Mr Paget in the
lineup
because you recognized Mr Paget from his picture?'

Keller shook her head, impatient at Caroline's obtuseness. âBecause I'd seen the man in the picture
before
that. Just as I told Inspector Monk.'

For the first time, Caroline smiled. âThen perhaps you can humor me, Mrs Keller, by looking at some other pictures.'

In moments, with the aid of Lerner's courtroom deputy, Keller was gazing at a pasteboard with seven color pictures â Paget's conscripts from the country jail, wearing jumpsuits and holding numbers one through six, and a group photo of them all. Paget's great white hope, the Southern inmate named Ray, stood out from the paste-board as suspect number three. But compared to Paget, his face was pale and weak.

âAs Mr Salinas has stipulated,' Caroline told Keller, âthese are police photographs of the men included in the lineup. Can you pick out Mr Paget?'

âYes.' Keller pointed. âThe second from the end.'

âIn fact, isn't it fair to say that â in terms of height, build, hair and skin color â Mr Paget stood out from the others?'

Keller squinted at the board. âExcept for the third man.'

âAnd didn't you, in fact, also ask Inspector Monk to have
that
man step forward for a second time?'

Keller hesitated. âI believe I did.'

âFor what purpose?'

âBecause at first glance, certain things about him generally resembled the man in the hallway.'

âWhat things?'

âWell, this man's hair color was different â too reddish â and his face was softer than the man in the hallway. It was more that the height and build were the same.'

Caroline, Paget saw, was being matter-of-fact and unthreatening, more an academic in search of clarity than a bristling cross-examiner. More and more, Paget guessed that Keller was already in trouble, although he still did not know how or why.

âAnd so,' Caroline summarized, âthe man you saw in the hallway was slender, about six feet tall, with hair on the blond side and fair skin. Correct?'

âYes.'

â
And
about thirty-five years old?' Caroline asked innocently.

âAbout that.'

Caroline smiled. âAs opposed to Mr Paget's forty-six?'

Reluctantly, Keller gazed at Paget again. âHe looks younger.'

Caroline gave Paget a mock-critical once-over. âNot
ten
years younger, I would say. Although I'm sure that Mr Paget appreciates your charity.'

There was mild laughter; it seemed a small point, and even Salinas smiled briefly. Keller settled into the chair again.

âAre you,' Caroline asked, âfamiliar with a case entitled
People versus Carelli?
'

A short nod. âThat was Mr Paget's case.'

âAnd
mine
,' Caroline said dryly. âAs you may recall,
I
was the judge.'

âI know. I
thought
I recognized you.'

âReally? How?'

Again, Keller looked at Caroline as if she were slightly dense. âFrom
television
,' she said impatiently. âYou were
on
every day.'

It was
he,
Paget suddenly realized, who had been dense. âSo,' Caroline said amiably, âif you were to put me in a lineup with five other women, do you think you'd still know I was the judge?'

Paget could not help turning to Salinas. The prosecutor was on his feet, a portrait of alarm. âObjection,' he said. âCalls for speculation. And until Ms Masters is charged with some crime, whether this witness remembers her isn't relevant to anything.'

But Lerner's eyes were bright now, a trace of the smile he had to suppress. âOverruled. You may answer the question, Mrs Keller.'

âMaybe.' Keller said to Caroline. âI recognized you
here
.'

âBecause you'd seen me before. On television.'

âYes.'

Caroline skipped a beat. âJust like Mr Paget.'

Keller looked around her, blinking again. âWhen I identified Mr Paget I didn't realize it was him. Even at the lineup.'

âBut before the lineup you
had
seen Christopher Paget before, correct? On television.'

A stiff nod. âYes, I had.'

Caroline looked curious. âTell me, Mrs Keller, do you think Mary Carelli did it? You know, murdered Mark Ransom?'

Keller shook her head. âI couldn't tell. I changed my mind from day to day.'

Caroline raised an eyebrow. âYou watched
every
day?'

âAlmost.'

âThe Carelli trial was about two weeks long, right?'

âObjection,' Salinas called out. âIrrelevant.'

Lerner held up a hand. âBe serious, Mr Salinas.' Turning to Caroline, he added, âPlease continue.'

âMrs Keller?' Caroline asked.

âTwo weeks long? About that.'

âSo before Inspector Monk showed you the picture, you
had
seen Mr Paget before â every day, for two weeks. On television.'

âThat's true.' Keller's voice turned stubborn. âBut I'd never seen him in person.'

âI quite agree,' Caroline said dryly. âBut at the time Inspector Monk showed you this picture, you
knew
you'd seen Mr Paget's face before.'

âThat's right. I just didn't place him.'

âAnd when they put on the lineup, you'd already seen Mr Paget's
picture.
As well as seen him on television.'

Keller had begun looking confused. âThat's true.'

âAnd once more, you
knew
that you'd seen him before.'

âYes.'

Caroline's voice became very quiet. âBut when you saw the man in the
hallway,
you didn't recognize him as anyone you'd seen before, did you?'

In the witness box, Keller seemed to go blank. Paget recognized it: the moment of helpless confusion when a witness begins to lose her will. Caroline moved forward. âDo you want the court reporter to read back your prior answer, Mrs Keller? Where you told us that you'd never seen the man in the hallway?'

Absently, Keller twisted a lock of hair, then caught herself. âI
said
that, yes.'

âSo when you saw the man in the hallway,' Caroline repeated, âyou didn't recognize him as
anyone
you'd seen before.'

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