“I repeat. Were you drunk that night?”
Blake said, “No.”
Horatio threw up his hands in disbelief. “Oh come on, Mr. Rothwell. You are aware are you not that part of a mickey of Jack Daniels, the label intact, was found embedded in the hull of your boat and presumably Miss Jennings was in possession of it prior to falling overboard, as it happened, to her death?”
The heads of the crowd swiveled collectively between Elgar and Oliveira to see what reaction might be forthcoming but the temporary truce was still in effect although Freddie twitched in irritation.
“I don't drink and I can prove it,” Blake complained peevishly.
“Please do,” replied Horatio.
“I have a physical intolerance to alcohol. Every time I try to drink I become violently ill. And Mr. Oliveira has a doctor's certificate
