Almost as if someone had struck her and forced her into a realisation of where she was, Syringa saw that Mr. Daniel Neame was in the witness box.
He was accusing her of stealing his watch, his purse and his wallet.
“Where did you meet this young woman?”
The Counsel for the Prosecution had a deep voice that seemed always to insinuate far more than what he said in actual words.
“We met in the Argyll Rooms in the Haymarket,” Mr. Neame replied. “She was introduced to me by a friend and, as she made herself very agreeable, I asked her to supper with me. She appeared quiet and decently behaved and it was only when I offered to drive her home and we were actually in the carriage that I became suspicious.”
“Why were your suspicions aroused?” the Counsel asked.
“I thought that her hands were
