Chapter FourteenIt was amazingly lonely, standing in that courtroom with everybody staring at me. I felt the queerest prickle at the nape of my neck as Lord Cockburn lifted his head.
“Who are you, madam?”
“I am Miss Robyn Moffat of Winter Lodge, Your Lordship, and the owner of the coat that Matthew Juner is accused of stealing.”
“Pray come to the stand, Miss Moffat,” Lord Cockburn invited.
Before I could say more, two court officials escorted me to the witness box, where I stood in splendid isolation as Lord Cockburn encouraged both advocates to interrogate me. Mr Beaton was first, and within a few moments he had found out for the court that I was indeed Robyn Moffat, that I lived in Winter Lodge and that I owned the coat – all of which I had already told them.
“Now, Miss Moffat.” Mr
