Do it, and you’ll often get an answer you don’t want, an answer that might wreck your case.
Atticus was reaching into the inside pocket of his coat. He drew out an envelope, then reached into his vest pocket and unclipped his fountain pen.
He moved leisurely, and had turned so that he was in full view of the jury. He unscrewed the fountain-pen cap and placed it gently on his table.
He shook the pen a little, then handed it with the envelope to the witness.
“Would you write your name for us?” he asked. “Clearly now, so the jury can see you do it.”
Mr. Ewell wrote on the back of the envelope and looked up complacently to see Judge Taylor staring at him
as if he were some fragrant gardenia in full bloom on the witness stand, to see Mr. Gilmer half-sitting, half-standing at his table.
The jury was watching him, one man was leaning forward with his hands over the railing.
“What’s so interestin’?” he asked. “You’re left-handed, Mr. Ewell,” said Judge Taylor.
Mr. Ewell turned angrily to the judge and said he didn’t see what his being left-handed had to do with it,
that he was a Christ-fearing man and Atticus Finch was taking advantage of him.
Tricking lawyers like Atticus Finch took advantage of him all the time with their tricking ways.
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