“Your name in full, if you please. You were not christened ‘Afy’?”
“Aphrodite Hallijohn. You all know my name as well as I do. Where’s the use of asking useless questions?”
“Swear the witness,” spoke up Mr. Justice Hare. The first word he had uttered.
“I won’t be sworn,” said Afy.
“You must be sworn,” said Mr. Justice Herbert.
“But I say I won’t,” repeated Afy.
“Then we must commit you to prison for contempt of court.”
There was no mercy in his tone, and Afy turned white. Sir John Dobede interposed.
“Young woman, had you a hand in the murder of your father?”
“I?” returned Afy, struggling with passion, temper, and excitement. “How dare you ask me such an unnatural question, sir? He was the kindest father,” she added, battling with her tears. “I loved him dearly. I would have saved his life with mine.”