Samuel Reed Kept an Old Wooden Bat Behind the Pantry Door for Twenty Years

Daniel looked at me once.

Then he adjusted his silk tie and checked his watch.

Magistrate Brennan came in and sat down and put on his glasses.

He was a small man with white hair and a plain gray sweater under his robe, and he did not smile.

“Case number four one seven two,” he said.

“Reed versus Voss.

Let me say at the start that I have read the file.

I want to hear testimony anyway.”