him why on earth he had given such a poor account of himself. What ailed him to have taken so foregone a case? Had he lost his skills? His reputation would suffer. Even his junior would laugh and ask questions behind his back.
He hailed a cab and rode the rest of the way to Vere Street in a dark mood, almost resolved to decline the case and tell Alexandra Carlyon that if she would not tell him the truth then he was sorry but he could not help her.
At his offices he alighted, paid the driver and went in to be greeted by his clerk, who informed him that Miss Latterly was awaiting him.
Good. That would give him the opportunity to tell her now that he had seen Alexandra, and failed to elicit from her a single thing more than the idiotic insistence of the story they all knew to be untrue. Perhaps Peverell Erskine could persuade her to speak, but if even he could not, then the case was at an end as far as he was concerned.
Hester stood up as soon as he was inside, her face curious, full of questions.
He felt a flicker of doubt. His certainty wavered. Before he saw her he had been resolved to decline the case. Now her eagerness confounded him.
"Did you see her?" She made no apology for having come. The matter was too important to her, and she judged to him also, for her to pretend indifference or make excuses.
"Yes, I have just come from the prison . . ."he began.
"Oh." She read from his expression, the weariness in him, that he had failed. "She would not tell you." For a moment she was taken aback; disappointment filled her. Then she took a deep breath and lifted her head a little. A momentary compassion for him was replaced by anxiety again. "Then the reason must be very deep - something she would rather die than reveal." She shuddered and her face pulled into an expression of pain. "It had to be something very terrible - and I cannot help believing it must concern some other person."
"Then please sit down," he asked, moving to the large chair behind the desk himself.
She obeyed, taking the upright chair opposite him. When she was unconscious of herself she was curiously graceful. He brought his mind back to the case.
"Or be so ugly that it would only make her situation worse," he went on reasonably, then wished he had not. "I ta sorry," he said quickly."But Hester - we must be honest."
She did not even seem to notice his use of her Christian name. Indeed it seemed very natural to her.
"As it is there is nothing I can do for her. I have to tell Erskine that. I would be defrauding him if I allowed him to think I could say anything more than the merest novice barrister could."
If she suspected fear for his reputation, the dread of losing, it did not show in her face, and he felt a twinge of shame that the thoughts had been there in his own mind.
"We have to find it!" she said uncertainly, convincing herself as well as him. "There is still time, isn't there?"
"Till the trial? Yes, some weeks. But what good will it do, and where do we begin?"
"I don'tknow, but Monk will." Her eyes never wavered from his face. She saw the shadow in his expression at mention of Monk's name, and wished she had been less clumsy. "We cannot give up now," she went on. There was no time for self-indulgence. "Whatever it is, surely we must find out if she is protecting someone else. Oh I know she did it - the proof is beyond argument. But why? Why was she prepared to kill him, and then to confess to it, and if necessary race the gallows? It has to be something - something beyond bearing. Something so terrible that prison, trial and the rope are better!"
"Not necessarily, my dear," he said gently. "Sometimes people commit even the most terrible crimes for the most trivial of reasons. Men have killed for a few shillings, or in a rage over a petty insult..."
"Not Alexandra Carlyon," she insisted, leaning across the desk towards him. "You have met her! Did she? Do you believe she sacrificed all she had - her husband, her family, her home, her position, even her life - over something trivial?" She shook her head impatiently. "And what woman cares about an insult?