“He called me a name I resented, and I reacted,” explained Horne, now calm.
While police led him to the door, Hayton rushed Horne out of the Luau, then home to the Ambassador.
How he did it in the year 1973 is explained by Horne in a masterly and compelling way.
Horne remembered closing her eyes as a wave of fury swept over her.
“I think Horne needs to take credit for his own work,” Acosta said.
Horne, the late Attorney-General, seems likely to fall between the stools.
He then said he should make known his crime, but that did not frighten Horne.
Shortly afterwards she kissed Mrs. Horne and rose to go to her own room.
This was in a case against the Rev. Horne Tooke, who, escaped with a fine of £200.
Horne, to our surprise, enters, tastes a cup of tea and beats a hasty retreat.