Mr. Hastie, The Defense as they call it, continues to present witnesses. Mrs. Sharpland starts today’s agony. She was Mrs. Briggs when I met her in Mr. Hastie’s sickroom. She’s grayer than she was then, and beyond stout. I remember she disapproved of me. Her current husband is Chief Officer of Hugli Bridge. Mr. Gasper presses her on whether I attended Mr. Hastie alone or with company. He infers everything without saying anything. Mrs. Sharpland follows along.
“Did Miss Pigot go away alone?” Mr. Gasper asks.
“No. Mr. Wilson came into the room twice, once at midnight and again at four in the morning. And he went away with Miss Pigot in the morning,” Mrs. Sharpland claims.
“What was Miss Pigot’s behavior like?” Mr. Gasper asks.
“Very unladylike. She lolled on Mr. Wilson and put her hand on his thigh.”
She made that up! I never loll, and I wouldn’t put my hand any man’s thigh.
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