The PlayI strode into the hearing chamber, Jonathan and Mr. Hart trailing behind. Mr. Pike met me. “So what have you decided?”
“I admit to nothing,” I said. “I’m innocent.”
“Very well,” Mr. Pike had an air of resignation. “So be it.”
Mr. Trevisane was at our table; Tony sat a few rows back. Jon sat beside Tony, shaking his head.
Mr. Pike, Mr. Freezout, Mr. Trevisane, and a black-haired man who appeared to be a Hart left through a side door with the judge.
I glanced back at Jonathan and Tony. Tony didn’t look at me; Jon merely shrugged.
After some time, the men returned. Mr. Freezout spoke first, quite confidently, and if I didn’t know I didn’t bomb the zeppelin, I might even believe I did. He brought out my letters and the forged invoices. He summoned witnesses who heard Dame Anastas
