you're my lawyer, like you said, you'll speak up for her. She never killed him. I know her - I raised her since she was thirteen. She's got a good heart an' she never deliberately hurt anyone, but somebody's hurt her so bad she's all but dead inside. Help her - please! I'd go to the rope happy if I knew she was all right..,."
He met her eyes and felt his throat choke. He believed her. It was a wild statement. She might have no real conception of what it would be like when the moment came, when the judge put on his black cap, and later when she was alone in the end, walking the short corridor towards the trap in the floor, and the short drop. Then it would be too late. But he still believed her. She had seen much death. There could be little of loneliness or pain that she was not familiar with.
"Mrs. Anderson, I am not sure there is anything I can do, but I promise I will not secure any leniency - or indeed, any defense - for you at Miriam Gardiner's expense. And I will certainly do all I can to secure her acquittal, if she wishes it, and you do - "
"I do!" she said with fierce intensity. "And if she argues with you - for me - tell her that is my wish. I've had a good life with lots of laughter in it and done the things I wanted to. She's very young. It's your profession to convince people of things. You go and convince her of that, will you?"
"I can only work within the facts, but I will try," he promised. "Now, if there is anything more of that night you can tell me, please do."
"I don't know anything else of that night," she protested. "I wish I did, then maybe I could help either one of us. I knew nothing until the police came because someone had reported rinding a body on the pathway."
"When was mat, what time?" he interrupted her.
"About an hour after dark. I didn't look at the clock. I suppose Miriam must have left the party in late afternoon, and it would be close on dark by the time the carriage got as far as the Heath. I don't know where he was attacked, but I heard say he crawled from there to where they found him."
"And when did you see Miriam Gardiner?"
"Next morning, early. About six, or something like that. She'd been out on the Heath all night and looked like the devil had been after her."
"Like she'd been in a fight?" he asked quickly. "Were her clothes torn, dirty, stained with mud or grass?"
Something inside her closed. She was afraid he was trying to implicate Miriam. "No. Only like she'd been running, p'raps, or frightened."
Was that a lie? He had no way of knowing. He recognized that she was not going to tell him any more. He rose to his feet. The fact that she had withdrawn her trust, at least as far as Miriam was concerned, did not alter his admiration for her or his intent to do all he could to find some way of helping.
"I shall go and speak with Mrs. Gardiner," he told her. "Please do not discuss this with anyone else. I shall return when I have something to tell you or if I need to ask you anything further. You have my word I shall take no steps without your permission."
"Thank you," she answered. "I - I am grateful, Mr. Rathbone. Will you tell Mrs. Monk that, too... and..."
"Yes?"
"No - nothing else."
He banged on the door, and the jailer let him out. He walked away along the dim corridor with a fluttering fear inside him as to what else she might have been going to say to Hester. She was a woman prepared to go to any lengths, make any sacrifice, for what she believed to be right and to save those she loved. No wonder Hester was keen in her defense. In the same place she might so easily have done the same things. He could picture Hester with just this blind loyalty, sacrificing herself rather than denying the greater principle. Was that what Cleo had been going to say - some instruction or warning to Hester about the medicines? Was it a request, or was Hester already doing it even now?
He felt sick at the thought. His stomach knotted and sweat broke out on