.-"I am on oath," she said very quietly, looking at no one. "I know that he performed abortions upon many women, at a price. I know it for a fact, because I was the person who referred them to him for help."

There was utter, prickling soundlessness. No one moved. There was not even a sigh of breath.

Rathbone did not dare look up at the dock. He pretended disbelief.

"What?"

"I was the person who referred them to him for help," she repeated slowly and very clearly. "I suppose you would have to say that is immoral. It might be questionable, done for charity-but for payment…" She let the words hang in the air.

Hardie was staring at Berenice.

"This is of the utmost seriousness, Lady Ross Gilbert. Do you have any conception of the meaning of what you have just said?"

"I believe so."

"And yet when you came in the witness stand before, you said nothing of this!"

"I did not need to. I was not asked."

His eyes narrowed. "Are you telling us, madam, that you are so naive that you had no idea of the importance of this evidence?"

"It did not seem to be relevant," she replied, her voice trembling a little. "The prosecution charged that Nurse Barrymore had tried to force Sir Herbert into marrying her. I know that was absurd. She would never have done anything of the sort. Nor would he have behaved in such a way. I knew it then, and I know it now."

In the dock Sir Herbert was ashen, looking desperately at Rathbone.

Hardie pursed his lips.

Lovat-Smith stared from Hardie to Berenice, then to Rathbone. He still was not totally sure what was happening.

Rathbone clenched his fists so tightly his nails bit into his flesh. It was slipping away again. He was guilty of murder. And he could not be tried for it twice.

He strode forward a couple of paces.

"Ah! Then you are not for an instant suggesting that Prudence Barrymore knew of this and was blackmailing Sir Herbert? You are not saying that-are you!" It was a challenge, hard and defiant.

Lovat-Smith rose very slightly to his feet, still confused.

"My lord, would you please instruct my learned friend to allow the witness to answer for herself and to not interpret for her what she has, or has not, said?"

Rathbone could hardly endure the tension. He dared not interrupt again. He must not be seen to condemn his own client. He turned to Berenice. Please God she would take her opportunity!

"Lady Ross Gilbert?" Hardie prompted.

"I-I don't recall the question," she said wretchedly.

Rathbone answered before Hardie could reword it and make it innocuous.

"You are not saying that Prudence Barrymore was blackmailing Sir Herbert, are you?" he demanded, his voice louder and sharper than he had intended.

"Yes," she said quietly. "Yes, she was blackmailing him."

"But," Rathbone protested, as if horror-stricken, "but you said-why, for God's sake? You said yourself she had no wish whatever to marry him!"

Berenice stared at him with unmitigated hatred.

"She wanted him to help her gain medical training. I know that from deduction-not observation. You cannot charge me with concealing it."

"Ch-charge you?" Rathbone stammered.

"For God's sake!" She leaned over the witness stand railing, her face twisted with fury. "You know he killed her! You just have to go through this charade because you are supposed to defend him. Get on with it! Get it done!"

Rathbone turned to her very slightly, then away again to look up at Sir Herbert in the dock.

His face was gray, his mouth slack with disbelief, his eyes bright with sick panic.

There was only the faintest, thinnest flicker of hope. Very slowly he turned from Rathbone to the jury. He looked at one, then another, then another, right to the last. Then he knew it was defeat… final and absolute.

There was silence in the room. Not even a pencil moved.

Philomena Stanhope looked up at the dock steadily, and there was something in her face very close to pity.

Lovat-Smith held out his hand to Rathbone, his face burning with admiration.

About the Author

ANNE PERRY is the author of two acclaimed series set in Victorian England. Her William Monk novels include Death of a Stranger and The Shifting Tide. Among her novels featuring Charlotte and Thomas Pitt are the New York Times bestselling Southampton Row and Long Spoon Lane. With No Graves As Yet, also a New York Times bestseller, Perry began a new miniseries set during World War I. Her short story "Heroes" won an Edgar Award. Anne Perry lives in the Scottish Highlands. Visit her website at www.anneperry.net.