 It worked, landed in each and every lap like a live grenade and exploded all the way around at once. And when the eminent Mr. Gaines, gray at the temples, maybe 45, a neat and expensive midnight blue flannel with giant stick pin to match, took the stand. And in his own meeting of the board, tone of voice, told the court that Earl Jernigan had spent the entire day and night of July 30th last with him at his Malibu beach home. The prosecuting attorney's jaw dropped to his chest and he stared dumb. ...day or night did Mr. Jernigan ever leave my home.