“Out with it,” I say. “What did he see?”
“Mr. Fish saw Miss Pigot’s hand on Mr. Wilson’s private anatomy.”
“What! That’s not possible,” I say. “No. Never. Miss Pigot’s free with men, but I can’t believe she would do such a thing.”
“Nevertheless, Mr. Fish saw the action,” Mr. Geddes says.
I take my head into my hands. This cannot come out in open court. It will humiliate the entire Scottish mission, and I’ll be held accountable. I feel frantic and lift my head.
“You may not bring this up,” I say. “I forbid you.”
Mr. Geddes shrugs. “Mr. Gasper has his instructions already.”
“Countermand them,” I say. “This cannot go forward.”
“Mr. Gasper doesn’t lose cases. He has his instructions, and will act upon them,” Mr. Geddes says. “The only reason I mention the matter beforehand is to spare you the shock. Come, it’s time to go to court.”
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