"Mr. Forrester, you saw Mr. and Mrs. Manning together in the Canaries, didn't you?"

"Yes, I did."

"And you were the last person alive to see them together?"

"Yes, I was."

"Relying on your judgment as a journalist and as a human being, do you believe them to have been happily married?"

"I certainly do."

"Do you believe Allison Manning's account of her husband's death to be true?"

"Yes, I certainly do."

"Thank you, Mr. Forrester, I have no further questions."

"You may step down, Mr. Forrester," the judge aid. "Mr. Barrington, do you wish to call any other wit "Yes; Your Lordship. The defense calls Mrs. Allison

Stone watched Allison as she left the dock and walked to the witness box. She seemed relaxed, serene;

she certainly looked beautiful. If I can just get her through this, he thought, and if she stands up under cross without losing it, I can win this case.

Allison took hold of the Bible and swore to tell the

CHAPTER.

tone waited while Allison arranged herself in the witness chair and recited her full name and address. He began questioning her slowly about her family background and education, letting her settle down and deal with easy questions. She was following his instruction, making eye contact with the jurors as she answered. Then he began to get to the meat of the matter.

"Mrs. Manning, when and how did you first meet your husband, Paul?"

"It was a little over five years ago," she said. "I was working as an art director with an advertising agency in New York, and I was invited to dinner at the home of my boss. Paul was a guest, too."

"Did you hit it off immediately?"

"Yes, we did. Paul took me home in a taxi and asked me out for dinner that weekend."

"And did you begin to see him on a regular basis

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"Yes, we began seeing each other two or three times and before long, we were spending most of our together." "Was Paul working as a writer at that time?" "Yes, he had given up his newspaper career and was hs third novel when we met." "Was he a very successful writer at that time?" "No. He was earning a modest living at his craft, but he had not yet begun to sell books in large numbers." "After you had been seeing each other for a time, subject of marriage come up?" qae subject came up very early in our relationship," she said, "although we didn't actually set a date until we had been seeing each other for several months." "And when did you marry?" "A few weeks after that--about four and a half years ago." "In what circumstances were you married." "I gave up my tiny apartment and moved into Paul's. It wasn't much bigger; it was a three-room flat in Greenwich Village, a fourth-floor walkup." "Would you describe it as a modest apartment?"

She smiled. "I would describe it as less than modest. We painted the place ourselves, but that didn't make the heating or the plumbing work any better." "After you were married, did Paul's career as a writer become more successful?" "Yes. His third novel became a bestseller, and that allowed him to get a much better contract for his next book.

It also meant that his income increased sharply."

"Did your circumstances improve after that?" "Oh, yes. We bought a house in Greenwich, Connecticut, a large, comfortable house. Greenwich is near enough to New York City that Paul could spend the day in town visiting his publisher and still be home by dinner." "In what other ways did Paul's success change your lives?" "Well, we both drove expensive cars, we ate out in restaurants a lot, and we entertained at dinner parties. I bought better clothes, and so did Paul." "And did there come a time when Paul decided he wanted a yacht?" "Yes. He had a small boat--a twenty-five footer--when we married, and we used to sail that a lot. Then, after the success of his fourth novel, Paul ordered a larger yacht to be built at a yard in Finland." "How long did it take to build the larger yacht?" "About a year and a half."

"Is this the yacht which is now moored at the English Harbour marina?"

"Yes." "Was there anything unusual about this yacht, apart from its larger size?" "Well, it had the best equipment Paul could find, and it was designed to be sailed singlehanded." "By singlehanded, do you mean by one person alone?" "Yes. When we were aboard together, Paul did all the sailing, and I did all the domestic chores--cooking and so forth." "When the new yacht was delivered, did you and Paul decide to sail it to Europe?"

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"Yes; in fact, that was Paul's intention when he the boat."

"Please tell us about the trip."

Allison outlined their route across the Atlantic and stops in various ports in England, France, Spain, and in the Mediterranean, finishing her account with a of their departure from the Canary Islands for Antigua.

"Before you left the United States, how would you describe your relationship With your husband?"

"We-were extremely happy--euphoric, really. You know how newlyweds are." She said this directly to a uror, who blushed.

"And when you began your voyage across the Atlantic, did your relationship change?"

"Only in that we became closer. When you spend a lot of time with a person on a boat, you really get to know him."

"Did this constant proximity wear on your marriage?"

"On the contrary, I think it made our marriage stronger."

"You are aware that not all couples do as well at sea."

She smiled. "Oh, yes; we met a number of couples in our travels who were sick of each other. On the other hand, we met a lot more who enjoyed being alone together on a boat."

"You were nearly fifteen' years younger than your husband, Mrs.

Manning; did that become a problem in your marriage?"

"Never at any time. We were both very comfortable with the age difference."

"When you sailed from the Canaries for Antigua, was your marriage still a good one?"

"I would say that it was better than ever. We talked about that, and Paul felt the same way. We both felt very grateful for each other."

"Take us back, now, Mrs. Manning, to your departure from the Canaries, and tell us, with as much detail as you can, what happened in the days after that."

Allison devoted her attention entirely to the jury. She told of their start across the Atlantic and how, after ten days, it had been necessary for her to be hauled up the mast to retrieve the top swivel of the headsail reefing system. She explained this carefully to the jury, and they seemed to understand what the problem was. She told then of looking down and seeing her husband, apparently ill, and of his collapse and her fear of being stuck at the top of the mast. Tears had begun to roll down her cheeks, and she dabbed at them with a tissue.

When she told how she had buried her husband at sea, she wept openly, and the judge had to call a brief halt to her testimony while she recovered herself. Stone was delighted; she hadn't cried at the coroner's inquest, but the tears flowed freely now, and a glance at the jury revealed how affected they were. Finally, she stopped crying, and the judge nodded at Stone to continue with his questions.

"Mrs. Manning, did you know how to sail the yacht after your husband's death?"

"Only in the most general sense. The deck of the boat was laid out so that Paul could easily handle it without my help. The only time I had any real job to do was handling the bow-line when we docked."

"So, alone in the-middle of the Atlantic Ocean, you :o learn how to sail the boat?" "Yes, and to navigate, as well. There was a book on celestial navigation, and from that I learned to take a moon sight to establish our latitude. From then I just tried to keep the boat on the same latitude. I off a little, though, when we made our landfall. I 'was aiming at Antigua, but I fetched up in St. Marks." "When you say 'we," to whom are you referring?" "To the boat and me. I began to think of the boat as my partner in survival." "Mrs. Manning, has everything you have told the today been the truth, the whole truth, and nothing bt the truth?" "Yesg" she said firmly. "As God is my witness it is the' truth." Stone turned to Sir Winston. "Your witness," he said, then sat down. Sir Winston rose slowly and looked contemptuously at Allison for a good half minute before he began. "Your Lordship, I will be briefS" he said. "Mrs. Manning, why did you kill your husband?" "I..." she began, but Sir Winston cut her off. "Was it for the millions he had earned?"

"Was it for the twelve million dollars in insurance?"

"Sir Winston..."