Croisette’s arms were folded on the table. The Wolf was forgotten.
“And you—believed?”
“Yes! Why shouldn’t I?”
There was a limp tone of defiance in the girl’s reply.
“In spite of the common knowledge of Sinclair, and the other woman and her baby?”
“Why not?” Again there was defiance. “I knew he would marry me. He swore it.”
“He swore it. You knew he would marry you. You were sure?”
“Yes.”
Annette snatched up the glass of water set for her use. She gulped down half of it.
Danson’s gaze swept over the crowded court. The girl set her glass down with a clatter.