Mr. Gasper approaches the witness box. “In your memorandum you wrote that you’d had suspicions about Miss Pigot for some time. Yet in May, you wrote you would cooperate with her. What changed?”
“Because all I had in May were suspicions. I couldn’t form a moral judgment that caused me to think cooperation impossible,” I say. The punkah fan falters. The boy must have fallen asleep. The courtroom falls into humid silence.
Justice Norris leans over the dais. “You wrote not only suspected, but long more than suspected.”
“Yes, My Lord,” I say slowly. “The phrase is consistent with my state of mind. I had some objective evidence, but I wasn’t carried away by it.”
“Describe this objective evidence,” Justice Norris says.
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