acting company such as ours could thrive. But he
had a long patch of bad luck.â
âDuring which time he was dependent upon you for his support.â
Her face went hot. Though she had often resented her grueling schedule, giving eight
performances a week to support her father, living in cheap, flea-infested hotels,
eating bad food, and fending off the unwanted attentions of men of ill repute, and
even though she silently railed at having to be the parent instead of the child,
she loved her father desperately. It hurt to admit to anyone that he had so often
failed her, and himself. âHe did his best.â
Philip consulted his notes. âBut he sold his theater company to a rival.â
âHe knew he was dying, and he thought he was protecting my interests. After he died
I discovered he had been cheated, and the promises made to him regarding my welfare
were broken.â
âYou were left destitute. Andââ
âEnough!â Her cup rattled in her saucer. She set it aside, then rose and walked to
the rain-streaked window. âMust we dwell on this? I donât see that my fatherâs troubles
have any bearing on what happened to Mr. Sterling.â
âIndia.â He came to stand beside her at the window. âI donât want to cause you any
unhappiness. But you must realize that a trial, especially one of this nature, is
its own kind of theater. Lawyers, witnesses, judge, and jury all have a part to play.
The outcome often hinges upon who tells the most compelling story. My job is to
paint as complete a picture of your life as I can. To let the jury get to know you
as an individual. Not simply as the accused.â
India watched rivulets of rain sliding down the window pane.
âThe other side will try to paint you as a spoiled, impulsive, self-centered woman
who was willing to commit murder for her own selfish purposes.â
âWhat selfish purposes? I didnât like Mr. Sterling. I thought him vain and arrogant,
but I didnât intend him any harm.â
âWe must prove that to the gentlemen of the jury,â Philip said gently.
She looked into his eyes. They were kind eyes, the color of warm honey. âI want to
testify. Please, Philip. Iâm not afraid to tell the truth in court.â
âThat wonât be possible. The interested-party rule expressly prohibits criminal defendants
from testifying. It will be up to me, and to whomever we can find as witnesses, to
prove that you had no motivation to murder a man you hardly knew.â
âSeveral people knew he had upstaged me on opening night and that we quarreled over
it. Suppose they think I killed him for that reason?â
âDid you?â
She gaped at him. âIf thatâs what you think, then you have no business defending
me.â
âItâs my job to ask. Even if you did intend harm, there are mitigating circumstances
a jury might consider. Heat of passion, momentary loss of reason, mistakenââ
âIâve told you what happened. Someone must have substituted my gun for the prop.
I picked it up and aimed it, as Mr. Philbrick had commanded me to do, under threat
of losing my job, and it went off.â
He sighed and consulted his pocket watch. âAll right. Enough for today. Iâm due at
the lumber mill at ten. Mr. Dodge has some preliminary drawings of our proposed resort
to show me.â
She let out a long breath, grateful for the change of subject. âIs it worth going
out in this rain?â
He relaxed then. âItâs nearly stopped, and it isnât far to the bluff.â
âAmelia says the lumber operation is off to a good start.â
âI hope so, for the sake of everyone on the island.â He started for the door. âIâm
taking the steamer to Savannah this afternoon to consult with another of my clients.
Iâll be back late tomorrow. In the meantime, Iâll need a list of anyone you can think
of who