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a scream, then stifled it immediately.

Every juror in both rows stared at Monk as if unaware of anyone else in the room.

"Was that the same police surgeon who examined the bodies of Treadwell and Mrs. Stourbridge?" Rathbone asked.

"Yes," Monk answered.

"And was he of the opinion that the blows were inflicted by the same person."

Tobias rose to his feet. "My lord, Mr. Monk has no medical expertise..."

"Indeed," the judge agreed. "We will not indulge in hearsay, Sir Oliver. If you wish to call this evidence, no doubt the police surgeon will make himself available. Nevertheless, I should very much like to know the answer to that myself."

"I shall most certainly do so," Rathbone agreed. Then, as the usher stood at his elbow, he said, "Excuse me, my lord." He took the note handed to him and read it to himself.

It could not have been a blackmailer of Cleo - she was not stealing medicines then. The apothecary can prove that. Call me to testify. Hester.

The court was waiting.

"My lord, may I recall Mrs. Monk to the stand, in the question as to whether Mrs. Anderson could have been blackmailed over the theft of medicines twenty-two years ago?"

"Can she give evidence on the subject?" the judge asked with surprise, "Surely she was a child at the time?"

"She has access to the records of the hospital, my lord."

"Then call her, but I may require to have the records themselves brought and put into evidence."

"With respect, my lord, the court has accepted that medicines were stolen within the last few months without Mr. Tobias having brought the records for the jury to read. Testimony has been sufficient for him in that."

Tobias rose to his feet "My lord, Mrs. Monk has shown herself an interested party. Her evidence is hardly unbiased."

"I am sure the records can be obtained," Rathbone said reluctantly. He would far rather Cleo's present thefts were left to testimony only, but there was little point in saving her from charges of stealing if she was convicted of murder.

"Thank you, my lord," Tobias said with a smile.

"Nevertheless," the judge added, "we shall see what Mrs. Monk has to say, Sir Oliver. Please call her."

Hester took the stand and was reminded of her earlier oath to tell the truth and only the truth. She had examined the apothecary's records as far back as thirty years, since before Cleo Anderson's time, and there was no discrepancy in medicines purchased and those accounted for as given to patients.

"So at the time of this unfortunate woman's death, there were no grounds for blackmailing Mrs. Anderson, or anyone else, with regard to medicines at the hospital?" Rathbone confirmed.

"That is so," she agreed.

Tobias stood up and walked towards her.

"Mrs. Monk, you seem to be disposed to go to extraordinary lengths to prove Mrs. Anderson not guilty, lengths quite above and beyond the call of any duty you are either invested with or have taken upon yourself. I cannot but suspect you of embarking upon a crusade, either because you have a zeal to reform nursing and the view in which nurses are regarded - and I will call Mr. Fermin Thorpe of the hospital in question to testify to your dedication to this - or less flatteringly, a certain desire to draw attention to yourself, and fulfill your emotions, and perhaps occupy your time and your life in the absence of children to care for."

It was a tactical error. As soon as he said it he was aware of his mistake, but he did not know immediately how to retract it.

"On the contrary, Mr. Tobias," Hester said with a cold smile. "I have merely testified as to facts. It is you who are searching to invest them with some emotional value because it appears you do not like to be proved mistaken, which I cannot understand, since we are all aware you prosecute or defend as you are engaged to, not as a personal vendetta against anyone. At least I believe that to be the case?" She allowed it to be a question.

There was a rustle of movement around the room, a ripple of nervous laughter.

Tobias blushed. "Of course that is the case. But I am vigorous in it!"

"So am I!" she said tartly. "And my emotions are no less honorable than your own, except that law is not my profession ..." She allowed the sentence to remain unfinished. They could draw their own conclusion as to whether she considered her amateur status to mark her inferiority in