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"My specialized training in psychiatry consisted of two years as a resident in psychiatry at the Texas State Mental Hospital, an approved training center. I engaged in clinical work with psychoneurotic and psychotic patients. I studied psychology, psychopathology, psychotherapy, and the physiological therapies. This training, supervised by competent psychiatric teachers, included instruction in the psychiatric aspects of general medicine, the behavior aspects of children, adolescents, and adults."

It was doubtful if a single person in the courtroom comprehended any of what Bass had just said, but it came from the mouth of a man who suddenly appeared to be a genius, an expert, for he had to be a man of great wisdom and intelligence to pronounce those words. With the bow tie and vocabulary, and in spite of the boots, Bass was gaining credibility with each answer.

"Are you a diplomate of the American Board of Psychiatry?"

"Of course," he answered confidently.

"In which branch are you certified?"

"I am certified in psychiatry."

"And when were you certified?"

"April of 1967."

"What does it take to become certified by the American Board of Psychiatry?"

"A candidate must pass oral and practical exams, as well as a written test at the direction of the Board."

Jake glanced at his notes and noticed Musgrove winking at Buckley.

"Doctor, do you belong to any professional groups?"

"Yes."

"Name them please."

"I am a member of the American Medical Association, American Psychiatric Association, and the Mississippi Medical Association."

"How long have you been engaged in the practice of psychiatry?"

"Twenty-two years."

Jake walked three steps in the direction ot me oencn and eyed Noose, who was watching intently.

"Your Honor, the defense offers Dr. Bass as an expert in the field of psychiatry."

"Very well," replied Noose. "Do you wish to examine this witness, Mr. Buckley?"

The D.A. stood with his legal pad. "Yes, Your Honor, just a few questions."

Surprised but not worried, Jake took his seat next to Carl Lee. Ellen was still not in the courtroom.

"Dr. Bass, in your opinion, are you an expert in the field of psychiatry?" asked Buckley.

"Yes."

"Have you ever taught psychiatry?"

"No."

"Have you ever published any articles on psychiatry?"

"No."

"Have you ever published any books on psychiatry?"

"No."

"Now, I believe you testified that you are a member of the A.M.A., M.M.A., and the American Psychiatric Association?"

"Yes."

"Have you ever served as an officer in any of these organizations?"

"No."

"What hospital positions do you currently hold, as of today?"

"None."

"Has your experience in psychiatry included any work under the auspices of the federal government or any state government?"

"No."

The arrogance was beginning to fade from his face, and the confidence from his voice. He shot a glance at Jake, who was digging through a file.

"Dr. Bass, are you now engaged in the practice of psychiatry full-time?"

The expert hesitated, and looked briefly at Lucien on the second row. "I see patients on a regular basis."

"How many patients and how regular?" Buckley retorted with an enormous air of confidence.

"I see from five to ten patients per week."

"One or two a day?"

"Something like that."

"And you consider that a full-time practice?"

"I'm as busy as I want to be."

Buckley threw his legal pad on the table and looked at Noose. "Your Honor, the State objects to this man testifying as an expert in the field of psychiatry. It's obvious he's not qualified."

Jake was on his feet with his mouth open.

"Overruled, Mr. Buckley. You may proceed, Mr. Bri-gance."

Jake gathered his legal pads and returned to the podium, well aware of the suspicion the D.A. had just artfully thrown over his star witness. Bass shifted boots.

"Now, Dr. Bass, have you examined the defendant, Carl Lee-Hailey?"

"Yes."

"How many times?"

"Three."

"When was your first examination?"

"June 10."

"What was the purpose of this examination?"

"I examined him to determine his current mental condition as well as his condition on May 20, when he allegedly shot Mr. Cobb and Mr. Willard."

"Where did this examination take place?"

"Ford County Jail."

"Did you conduct this examination alone?"

"Yes. Just Mr. Hailey and myself."

"How long did the examination last?"

"Three hours."

"Did you review his medical history?"

"In a roundabout way, you could say. We talked at great length about his past."

"What did you learn?"

"Nothing remarkable, except for Vietnam."

"What about Vietnam?"

Bass folded his hands over his slightly overweight stom-

ach and frowned intelligently at the defense attorney. Well, Mr. Brigance, like many Vietnam vets I've worked with, Mr. Hailey had some rather horrible experiences over there."