Mr. Carruthers finds my case distasteful. I can tell by the way he shuffles his documents and looks at me over his spectacles. We’ve been going over my Complaint for days. Am I absolutely sure? And do I know how the witnesses will testify? He interviewed them. None of them want to come to court. Not Kali Churn Banerjee, who is like a son to me. Not Mr. Wilson. Not even Mr. Robson, the man I defended in his hour of need.
Mr. Carruthers told me I could withdraw, but I can’t. If I don’t vindicate myself, I’ll never have another position. I’ll have to be a governess, or worse. No, I can’t think about that right now.
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