that he was leaving?”
“He was leaving.”
“Your witness.”
Napoleon Chotas’ voice was very gentle.
“Mr. Cocyannis, are you a psychiatrist?”
“No, sir. I’m a guide.”
“And you’re not psychic?”
“No, sir.”
“I ask this because over the past week, we’ve had hotel clerks who are experts on
human psychology, eyewitnesses who are nearsighted, and now you tell us that you can
look at a man who attracted your attention because he seemed agitated, and you can read
his mind. How did you know he wasn’t looking for help when you went up and spoke to
him?”
“He didn’t look like it.”
“And you can remember his behavior that well?”
“That’s right.”
“You obviously have a remarkable memory. I want you to look around the courtroom.
Have you ever seen anyone in this room before today?”
“The defendant.”
“Yes. Aside from him? Take your time.”
“No.”
“If you had, you would have remembered?”
“Absolutely.”
“Have you ever seen me before today?”
“No, sir.”
“Would you look at this piece of paper, please. Can you tell me what it is?”
“It’s a ticket.”
“To what?”
“The Caves of Perama.”
“And the date on it?”
“Monday. Three weeks ago.”
“Yes. That ticket was purchased and used by me, Mr. Cocyannis. There were five