The Prosecutor frowned angrily. "Mrs. d'Larte said under oath that she did not have a lover."
"She lied."
"Can you prove that she lied?"
"I suppose so."
"And they were really lovers?"
"Mrs. d'Larte told me that she loved him."
"And he loved her I suppose."
"Mrs. d'Larte loved him."
"How long were they lovers?"
"Nearly a month."