Point of View: Elena"Mrs. Sterling, your whole case rests on a confused old man who thinks a dead woman is coming to tea. Shall we ask him what year it is, with every camera in the city watching you beg?"The lawyer's voice was smooth and loud, built for courtrooms. It bounced off the stone steps and came back to me twice. Somewhere behind me a reporter gasped. Someone else lifted a camera higher. I felt six hundred eyes land on my face like hot coins.I was thirty five years old, and I had never been so ashamed in my life.Walter Pryce stood beside his own gray umbrella, swaying a little, with his mouth slightly open. The warm man from a minute ago had gone. In his place stood a polite, lost child in an old suit. Mina held his elbow. Her lips were moving, and I think she was praying."Elena," Alexander whispered. His hand found my back. "We can ask for more time.""There is no more time." The tower above us gave its slow warning chime, the one it always sang before the hour. "Mr. Du
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