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there is no question in Sir Oliver's observations, and they seem irrelevant to the case against Jericho Phillips."

Sullivan raised his eyebrows. "Sir Oliver, in the unlikelihood that Mrs. Monk is unaware of your regard for her, would it not be better to make such remarks privately?"

Rathbone colored, perhaps at the implication, but he was not disconcerted with his tactic. "The relevance will become clear, my lord," he replied, with an edge to his voice. "If you will permit me?" But without waiting he turned again to Hester.

Reluctantly Tremayne resumed his seat.

"Were you acquainted with the late Commander Durban, Mrs. Monk?" Rathbone asked mildly.

He knew the circumstances of the Louvain case; he had played a major part in it. Of course he already knew that she did not know Durban, except through Monk.

"No," she answered, uncertain why he had asked. He was not challenging her evidence, which was what she had expected, and prepared for. "Only by repute."

"From whom?" he asked.

"To begin with, my husband. Later I also heard Mr. Orme speak very highly of him."

"What opinion did you form of his character?"

She could not understand why he asked. Her answer was bound to be against every point he must establish to raise any doubt as to Phillips's guilt. Surely it was inconceivable that he would deliberately sabotage his own case? It was contrary to everything she had ever known of him that he would take a case, any case whatever, in order to deliberately lose it!

"Mrs. Monk?" he prompted.

"That he was a man of passion, humor, and great integrity," she answered. "He was a good policeman, and an exceptional leader of men. He was honorable and brave, and in the end he gave his life to save others."

Rathbone smiled very slightly, as if that were the answer he had not only foreseen, but also wanted.

"I will not ask you the circumstances. I know what they are; I also was there at the time, and it was exactly as you say. But it was a matter that, for the public good, must be kept discreet." He moved a step or two, as if to mark the change of subject. "There is no purpose in my asking if you are devoted to your husband; how else would you answer but in the affirmative? But I will ask you to describe your circumstances at the time Mr. Monk first met Mr. Durban. For example, were you well off? How was your husband employed? Had he good opportunities for advancement?"

Lord Justice Sullivan moved uncomfortably on his high seat and looked at Rathbone with a flicker of anxiety, then away from him and beyond to somewhere in the body of the court, as if to gauge how the public mood interpreted this extraordinary direction of events.

Tremayne half rose to his feet, then sank back again. By not allowing Hester to answer, he would be implying that she or Monk had something to hide or to be ashamed of. The jury might imagine all kinds of things, all of them discreditable.

"My husband was a private agent of inquiry," Hester replied. "Our circumstances were uncertain from week to week. Occasionally clients did not pay, and some cases were incapable of solution."

"That cannot have been easy for you," Rathbone sympathized. "And obviously no advancement was possible. As the court is aware, Mr. Monk succeeded Mr. Durban as commander of the Wapping Station of the River Police, which is a fine job, with good remuneration, high status, and opportunity for advancement to even higher rank eventually. Even Commissioner of Police would not be impossible for an able and ambitious man. How did it come about that Mr. Monk took this position, and not one of the men already employed there? Mr. Orme, for example."

"Mr. Durban recommended him," Hester replied, now with some idea where Rathbone might be leading. But even if she were correct, and saw every step ahead before she reached it, she could see no way of escape. Her hands felt clammy on the railing, and yet she was cold inside. The air was stale in the crowded room.

"You must be very grateful for such a remarkable and unforeseen improvement in your circumstances," Rathbone went on. "Your husband is now a commander in the River Police, and you have financial security and social respect. And apart from yourself, you must be very pleased for your husband also. Is he happy in the River Police?"

She could not possibly say other than that he was, even if in fact