After Ford had given the jurors the two papers to look at and had returned them to Cooper's table, he turned to Bennett.
"Your witness."
Bennett slouched into the open area before the judge's table. "No questions. Mrs. Russell, widowed by those savages, has surely suffered enough."
Pamela Russell stayed sitting in the chair beside the judge's table, clutching her leather bag. Her bosom, Auguste saw, was rising and falling with some powerful emotion.
"That's all, Pamela," David Cooper said softly. "You can go now."
She stood up, looking like a woman in a trance, and moved slowly toward the door in the rear of the courtroom. Auguste turned in his seat to watch her. She stopped before Raoul, who was sitting near the back. He stared up at her as she pointed at him.
"How dare you call me a liar, Raoul de Marion! When it's you that lied about what you told my husband. My husband never fired a gun before in his life, and he had to stand up and be killed, because you took all the men who could shoot away with you. I hope those papers ruin you."
Spots of red stood out on her cheeks. She covered her face with her hand and rushed out of the courtroom.
"How come you didn't shut her up, Judge?" Raoul shouted after she was gone.
"I figured she deserved to have her say," said Cooper calmly.