Anyway, the trial would finish tomorrow or Thursday. He was also hoping to get some sympathy from Beth after his bitter clash with Cobb in the wig-room. Beth, however, had other ideas. She shipped Junior and Maggie off to the kitchen with Etta and directed Marc to sit down with her on the chesterfield in the parlour. Marc took one look at her face and said, “Not you too, darling?” Beth smiled. “I take it yer friends have not been impressed with the way you conducted yerself today?” “That’s an understatement,” Marc said, and took the opportunity to unburden himself of the day’s tribulations. Beth listened intently, as she always did, but there were no sympathetic nods except when he repeated Robert’s maxim about the supremacy of the law itself. But she did offer a tiny smile at Cobb’s reappearance to fetch his helmet. “I’m real sorry you and Cobb had it out,” she said when he had finished, “but I can see why he was so angry. This was a big investigation fer him.
