whole trial was a stupid mistake, and if there was any blame it was Noelle’s. It had all
been her idea. Larry looked at her now, beautiful and serene. But he felt no stirring of
desire, only the memory of a passion, a faint emotional shadow, and he marveled that he
had put his life in jeopardy for this woman. Larry’s eyes swung toward the press box. An
attractive girl reporter in her twenties was staring at him. He gave her a little smile and
watched her face light up.
Peter Demonides was examining a witness.
“Would you please tell the Court your name?”
“Alexis Minos.”
“And your occupation?”
“I am an attorney.”
“Would you look at the two defendants seated in the defendant’s box, Mr. Minos, and
tell the Court if you have ever seen either of them before?”
“Yes, sir. One of them.”
“Which one?”
“The man.”
“Mr. Lawrence Douglas?”
“That’s correct.”
“Would you tell us, please, under what circumstances you saw Mr. Douglas?”
“He came to my office six months ago.”
“Did he come to consult you in your professional capacity?”
“Yes.”
“In other words he required some legal service of you?”
“Yes.”
“And would you please tell us what it was that he wanted you to do for him?”
“He asked me to get him a divorce.”
“And did he retain you for this purpose?”
“No. When he explained the circumstances to me, I told him it would be impossible
for him to get a divorce in Greece.”
“And what were the circumstances?”
“First of all he said there must not be any publicity, and secondly he said that his wife
refused to give him a divorce.”
“In other words he had asked his wife for a divorce and she had refused?”