“You’re saying Mrs. Spadros is innocent?”
“We’ve maintained that the entire time. The ruthless men who would murder hundreds then frame a young woman deserve our undying scorn. You might ask yourself why the District Attorney isn’t spending your hard-earned money searching for them.” Mr. Pike climbed inside the carriage, pulling the door shut. “That ought to give them something for their columns.”
“So what happens now?”
“I’ll speak to the press. You stay inside, keep a sober demeanor, and,” he pointed at me, “don’t. Talk. To anyone.”
I took this to mean “don’t talk to anyone” about the trial. Which he must have seen in my face, because he said, “If someone you don’t trust with your life comes asking about what tea you prefer, don’t talk about how wonderful a day it is. Because those me
