Did you see him come to our table?"

            "No. I didn't see him until I left the lounge and was headed for our table... and was startled to see someone sitting in my chair."

            "All right, back up a little and tell me exactly what you saw."

            "Uh, I came out of the ladies' room and turned left, toward our table. Your back was toward me, you'll remember-"

            "Never mind what I remember; you tell what you remember. How far away were you?"

            "Oh, I don't know. Ten meters, maybe. I could go there and measure it. Does it matter?"

            "If it ever does, you can measure it. You saw me from about ten meters. What was I doing? Standing? Sitting? Moving?"

            "You were seated with your back to me."

            "My back was toward you. The light wasn't very good. How did you know it was I?"

            "Why- Richard, you're being intentionally difficult."

            "Yes, because prosecutors are intentionally difficult. How did you recognize me?"

            "Uh- It was you. Richard, I know the back of your neck just as I know your face. Anyhow, when you stood up and moved, I did see your face."

            "Was that what I did next? Stand up?"

            "No, no. I spotted you, at our table-then I stopped short when I saw someone seated across from you, in my chair. I just stood there and stared."

            "Did you recognize him?"

            "No. I don't think I ever saw him before."

            "Describe him."

            "Uh, I can't, very well."

            "Short? Tall? Age? Bearded? Race? How dressed?"

            "I never saw him standing up. He wasn't a youngster but he wasn't an old man, either. I don't think he wore a beard."

            "Moustache?"

            "I don't know." (I did know. No moustache. Age about thirty.)

            "Race?"

            "White. Light skin, anyhow, but not blond like a Swede. Richard, there wasn't time to catch all the details. He threatened you with some sort of weapon and you shot him and you jumped up as the waiter came over-and I backed up and waited until they took him away."

            "Where did they take him?"

            "I'm not sure. I backed into the ladies' lounge and let the door contract. They could have taken him into the gentlemen's room just across the passage. But there's another door at the end of the passage marked 'Employees Only.'"

            "You say he threatened me with a weapon?"

            "Yes. Then you shot him and jumped up and grabbed his weapon and shoved it into your pocket, just as our waiter came up on the other side."

            (Oho!) "Which pocket did I put it in?"

            "Let me think. I have to turn myself that way in my mind.