He had told them what happened, he’d say it again and again— which he did.
Nothing Atticus asked him after that shook his story, that he’d looked through the window, then ran the nigger off, then ran for the sheriff.
Atticus finally dismissed him. Mr. Gilmer asked him one more question.About your writing with your left hand, are you ambidextrous, Mr. Ewell?
“I most positively am not, I can use one hand good as the other. One hand good as the other,” he added, glaring at the defense table.
Jem seemed to be having a quiet fit. He was pounding the balcony rail softly, and once he whispered, “We’ve got him.”
I didn’t think so: Atticus was trying to show, it seemed to me, that Mr. Ewell could have beaten up Mayella.
That much I could follow. If her right eye was blacked and she was beaten mostly on the right side of the face,
it would tend to show that a left-handed person did it. Sherlock Holmes and Jem Finch would agree.
But Tom Robinson could easily be left-handed, too. Like Mr. Heck Tate, I imagined a person facing me, went through a swift mental pantomime,
and concluded that he might have held her with his right hand and pounded her with his left.
I looked down at him. His back was to us, but I could see his broad shoulders and bull-thick neck.
He could easily have done it. I thought Jem was counting his chickens.
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