"Remember you are under oath, Mrs. Whychek," he said. "You say Mrs. d'Larte and this man merely sat and talked?"
"As far as I could tell that's all they did. Of course I didn't watch them every minute."
"Then you can say that they never did anything out of the way, that their meetings, if they were that, were innocent?"
"As far as I could tell they were."
"Could you say whether the meetings were prearranged?"
"I really couldn't, but—"
"That will be all, thank you," the Defense interrupted.
So the first day of the trial went. There seemed no doubt that Isobel d'Larte was guilty. Her friends admitted loudly that poor Isobel had scandalized them to the core. The papers labeled Isobel queer and hinted that her lover, whoever he might be, killed Mr. d'Larte for her. Old fashioned Isobel, they called her. Some had other names for her.
On the second day of the trial the Defense called its witnesses. There were only three. Two were character witnesses who hesitantly assured the court that Isobel d'Larte could not have killed her husband. She really was a good woman.