Chapter 11Sitting at his desk in his office, Rafe realized he was hungry and tired and was ready to go to his club for dinner and then home to his flat to go over the day’s proceedings. He was two weeks into the trial, and the day had been horribly depressing. He had pleaded once more with his client to give him some defense to her actions.
“If you offer no defense, you will be found guilty and hanged despite your plea of not guilty,” he had told Flora. She was eighteen years old, an intelligent and attractive young woman, and he could not bear to see her life cut short. At the very least she would spend the rest of her days behind bars, but a sentence of death by hanging was highly likely.
“Come in,” he called when a knock drew his attention to the door. Bertie entered, and closed the d
