Shouts of 'ridiculous' and 'get an ambulance' rent the air.
Tess felt dizzy.
A warm but rather sweaty hand grabbed hers. She turned around, seeing Andrew's face through a haze of tears. She hated herself, how she was always so shy, and would rather cower in a corner than speak before a group of people.
'I can vouch for her,' he said. He held up the letter. 'And we have proof.'
His face ashen grey, Professor White took the microphone. 'Calm down, calm down everyone. I'm sure this is the result of a misunderstanding.' But his voice trembled.
Tess tried to hate him, but felt nothing except pity for this old, desperate man.
'I'm sorry, but my concerns are with the public. Until Andrew has been proven right or wrong, this,' she picked up a plate and held it up, 'should stay where it is: i
