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"How many cups of tea?"
"One. No, two," said Beth.
"Or was it three?"
"No, no, it was two."
"And how many slices of toast?"
She hesitated again. "I can't remember."
"You can't remember what you had for breakfast this morning, and yet you can recall in great detail every sentence you heard six months ago." Beth bowed her head again. "Not only can you recall every word Mr. Spencer Craig uttered that night, but you can even remember such details as him winking at you and rolling his tongue round his lips."
"Yes, I can," insisted Beth. "Because he did."
"Then let's go back and test your memory even further, Miss Wilson. When the barman picked up the empty bottle of champagne, Mr. Craig said, 'Wasted on them.' "
"Yes, that's right."
"But who was it who said"—Pearson leaned forward to check his notes—" 'There are times when I quite like a slut's mouth to be open'?"
"I'm not sure if that was Mr. Craig or one of the other men."
"You're 'not sure.' 'One of the other men.' Do you mean the defendant, Cartwright?"
"No, one of the men at the bar."
"You told my learned friend that you didn't react, because you'd heard worse in the East
End."
"Yes, I have."
"In fact, that's where you heard the phrase in the first place, isn't it, Miss Wilson," said
Pearson, tugging the lapels of his black gown.
"What are you getting at?"
"Simply that you never heard Mr. Craig deliver those words in a bar in Chelsea, Miss
Wilson, but you have heard Cartwright say them back in the East End many times, because that's the sort of language he would use."
"No, it was Mr. Craig who said those words."
"You also told the court that you left the Dunlop Arms by the back door."
"Yes."
"Why didn't you leave by the front door, Miss Wilson?"
"I wanted to slip out quietly and not cause any more trouble."
"So you had already caused some trouble?"
"No, we hadn't caused any trouble."
"Then why didn't you leave by the front door, Miss Wilson? If you had, you would have
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"One. No, two," said Beth.
"Or was it three?"
"No, no, it was two."
"And how many slices of toast?"
She hesitated again. "I can't remember."
"You can't remember what you had for breakfast this morning, and yet you can recall in great detail every sentence you heard six months ago." Beth bowed her head again. "Not only can you recall every word Mr. Spencer Craig uttered that night, but you can even remember such details as him winking at you and rolling his tongue round his lips."
"Yes, I can," insisted Beth. "Because he did."
"Then let's go back and test your memory even further, Miss Wilson. When the barman picked up the empty bottle of champagne, Mr. Craig said, 'Wasted on them.' "
"Yes, that's right."
"But who was it who said"—Pearson leaned forward to check his notes—" 'There are times when I quite like a slut's mouth to be open'?"
"I'm not sure if that was Mr. Craig or one of the other men."
"You're 'not sure.' 'One of the other men.' Do you mean the defendant, Cartwright?"
"No, one of the men at the bar."
"You told my learned friend that you didn't react, because you'd heard worse in the East
End."
"Yes, I have."
"In fact, that's where you heard the phrase in the first place, isn't it, Miss Wilson," said
Pearson, tugging the lapels of his black gown.
"What are you getting at?"
"Simply that you never heard Mr. Craig deliver those words in a bar in Chelsea, Miss
Wilson, but you have heard Cartwright say them back in the East End many times, because that's the sort of language he would use."
"No, it was Mr. Craig who said those words."
"You also told the court that you left the Dunlop Arms by the back door."
"Yes."
"Why didn't you leave by the front door, Miss Wilson?"
"I wanted to slip out quietly and not cause any more trouble."
"So you had already caused some trouble?"
"No, we hadn't caused any trouble."
"Then why didn't you leave by the front door, Miss Wilson? If you had, you would have
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