The Sixth Wife [antikvár]

One I won't testify They'll get no help from me. Not that they need it, the trial being a formality. It's over already for him. No need for this investigation, the intimidation and confessions. And anyway they should have left him to it, saved themselves the bother. He'd have ended up doing the job for them. He'd have got nowhere, in the end. Got away with nothing. It seems they have little better to do, though, than rubbish the memory of a good woman who's barely cold in the ground. That's what's happening: it's making her look bad, what they're digging up on her widower. Making her look as if she was beguiled and hapless. Kate? Listen: she'd dealt with it; it was all dealt with. She'd dealt with Thomas and the mess' he'd made. She'd saved everybody's skin. i