"No."
If hate could kill, the district attorney would have been struck down by her glance.
"You don't remember any of the conversation that took place between you?"
"No."
"And you cannot explain why a traffic officer stopped you and let you go without even a warning?"
"No."
"Would it refresh your memory, Miss Thorne, to look at this bracelet which I hold in my hand?"
"I protest, Your Honor!" shouted Wiley, but a second too late. Lydia had seen the bracelet and shrunk from it—with a quick gesture of repugnance.