"Chuck" Ellis, reporter, testified that on his way home from the Press
Club on the night of the twenty-third, he stopped at an alley on
Glenarm Street to strike a light for his cigar. Just as he lit the
match he saw a man come out from the window of a room in the Paradox
Apartments and run down the fire escape. It struck him that the man
might be a burglar, so he waited in the shadow of the building. The
runner came down the alley toward him. He stopped the man and had some
talk with him. At the request of the district attorney's assistant he
detailed the conversation and located on a chart shown him the room
from which he had seen the fellow emerge.

"Would you know him again?"'

"Yes."

"Do you see him in this room?"

Ellis, just off his run, had reached the court-room only a second
before he stepped to the stand. Now he looked around, surprised at the
lawyer's question. His wandering eye halted at Lane.

"There he is."

"Which man do you mean?"

"The one on the end of the bench."

"At what time did this take place?"

"Lemme see. About quarter-past ten, maybe."