"Then what do you do, Mr. Kirk?" the Prosecutor asked in exasperation.
"Don't shout. I didn't ask to come here."
"What do you do for a living?" the Prosecutor asked quietly.
"Arnaud—Mr. d'Larte—paid me to follow his wife. To spy on her. He paid very well."
The spectators gasped happily. "Now we'll hear something," someone said in a stage whisper. The judge rapped for silence.
"Why did Mr. d'Larte pay you to follow his wife?"
"He thought she had a lover."
"But you heard Mrs. d'Larte claim that she did not have a lover."
"No, I didn't. How could I? I wasn't here."
Laughter rippled through the crowded room and the judge rapped for silence.