"Your witness," the Prosecutor told the Defense.
"No questions," said the Defense.
"Why ask questions," a spectator commented. "She's guilty."
"Next witness."
"Mrs. Abby Watson to the stand please."
Abby Watson strode to the witness chair. Her shrew-like eyes flicked sharply towards Isobel d'Larte then away. Her answer to the clerk who swore her in was sharp and positive.
"How long have you worked for Mr. d'Larte?" the Prosecutor asked.
"Fifteen years."
"In your opinion Mr. d'Larte was a good employer?"
"The best. A wonderful man, but a lonely one. That woman tricked him into marriage. Played on his loneliness."