"Sir Leslie," the judge said, "I will not warn you again. You do not wish to incur my wrath."

Hewitt turned and bowed solemnly to the bench, then turned back to the jury. "Gentlemen, the prosecution has not presented one whit of convincing evidence today-no evidence that a murder even took place, let alone that my client committed it. To call the prosecution's case circumstantial would be to elevate it to the realm of possibility, and the events aboard the yacht as Sir Winston has described them are not even remotely possible.

"He would ask you to believe, on the basis of no physical evidence, no witnesses, and no common sense, that this lovely woman deliberately caused her beloved husband's death-and for money. As weak as his case is, I will address the points he has attempted to make. First, the so-called diary has been convincingly shown to be notes for Mr.Manning's next novel; second, the presence of knives and harpoons aboard the yacht has been made out to be sinister, but does not each of you have a kitchen where a number of knives reside? And are you murderers because of it? Of course not. You are no more murderers than is Mrs.Manning. Sir Winston has said that Mrs. Manning must be a murderer because she had the opportunity, but each of us has opportunities to kill every day, and we do not kill. Neither did Mrs.Manning.

"The very last person to see Paul Manning alive other than Mrs.Manning, Mr.Forrester, someone who knew Mr.Manning well, has testified that he witnessed a happy marriage in the days before the couple sailed from the Canaries. Not one witness has been brought forward to testify to the contrary, because there is no such witness. If there were, Sir Winston would have found him, believe me.

"But the greatest proof of Mrs.Manning's innocence is Mrs.Manning herself. You have heard her describe her life with her husband, their delight in his success, their wonderful sailing adventure which they both enjoyed so much. You have heard her words, and every man of you can surely recognize the truth when he hears it. The prosecution has offered nothing but bluster and posturing to refute her patently truthful testimony, because the prosecution has nothing else to offer.

"Each of you, when his duty is done in this courtroom, will return to his daily life, and each of you will have to live with himself every day after that. Do you wish to spend the rest of your days in the knowledge that you convicted an honest woman on no evidence? Of course not! When you have declared this woman innocent you can walk from this courtroom with your heads held high, knowing that you have done right in the eyes of God and man, and no one can take that from you, not even Sir Winston and his ministry. Go, gentlemen, and do right!"

Sir Leslie returned to the defense table and sat down.

"Well done," Stone whispered to him.

The judge Spoke up. "I will now charge the jury. Gentlemen, you have heard a case presented by the prosecution and the defense. There can be no doubt that a man is dead and that it is the province of this court and, specifically, of this jury to decide how he met his death and who is to blame for it. Sir Winston and Sir Leslie have each presented their arguments, and now you must decide, beyond a reasonable doubt, if Mrs.Manning is guilty of the murder of her husband. Your verdict must be a majority verdict. You may now retire to the jury room and consider your verdict. When you have reached it, ring for the bailiff." The judge stood and left the courtroom.

The jury filed out of their box and through a nearby door, which the bailiff closed behind him. "

"That's it?" Stone asked. "That's a charge to the jury?"

"I'm afraid so," Sir Leslie answered, glancing at his pocket watch. He beckoned the bailiff over. "May our client join us here at the table while we wait?"

The bailiff nodded stiffly, then went and brought Allison and held a chair for her.

"You were wonderful, Leslie," she said, patting his arm.

Hewitt permitted himself a small smile.

"How do you read the jury, Leslie?" Stone asked.

Hewitt shrugged. "The foreman, my old tailor, is our best hope; the young boy will do whatever he thinks the' others want him to; the views of the others will depend on their relationship, if any, to Sir Winston, and their vulnerability to his whim."

"After all this, that's where we are?" Stone said. "That most of the jury will act because of their vulnerability, or lack of it, to Sir Winston?"

"I'm afraid so," Hewitt said.

"Why has no one left the courtroom?" Stone asked.

Sir Leslie looked at his watch. "Because everyone knows that in living memory, no St.Marks jury has ever been late for their dinner," he said.

CHAPTER 57

Stone looked up and saw Hilary Kramer and Jim Forrester beckoning from the gallery; he walked over and shook hands with them. "I'd be interested to have your opinion of how things went."

"I'd say you're well on your way to an acquittal," Kramer replied.

"Both you and Sir Leslie did a brilliant job," Forrester chimed in. "How can you possibly lose?"

"I'm astonished," Kramer said, "that this case could even have been brought to court with so little evidence, and I intend to say so in my coverage. This could never have come to trial in an American court."

"Unfortunately, we're not in an American court," Stone said.

"Nobody's left the courtroom," Forrester said. "Are you expecting an early verdict?"

Stone nodded. "Leslie says St.Marks juries don't to be late for dinner. An early verdict would not be in our favor, but in this case, I don't know what think. Leslie says that the relationship between individual jurors and Sir Winston is going to be the deciding factor."

"Relationship?" Kramer said. "They have a relatioship with him?"

"It's a small island," Stone said. "If one of them has to fear from Sir Winston, he's unlikely to our way."

"That would be grounds for appeal in the States," Forrester said.

"The appeal here is to the good nature, or perhaps the whim, of the prime minister, who's eighty-nine," Stone said.

"Do you think some of the pressure brought to bear on the government will have some effect on the outcome?" Kramer asked.

Stone shook his head. "I don't know what that pressure could mean to any of the jurors. I'd hoped we Wouldn't have to go to trial." He looked back to the rise table, where Hewitt and Allison were deep in conversation. "Leslie was wonderful, wasn't he?"

"He sure got in his digs at Sir Winston," Forrester agreed.

"Apparently he's spent his life digging at the government," Stone said. "Well, I'd better get back and reassure Allison. Will you both be staying for the verdict?"

"Sure we will," Kramer said.

"See you later, then." Stone walked back to the defense table and sat down. "What have you two been talking about?" he asked.

"I've just been telling Leslie what a wonderful job both of you have done," Allison said, smiling. "After what I've heard here today, I'm very optimistic."

"So am I," Stone said, though he knew he would be uneasy until the jury came in.

"The important thing to remember," Hewitt said, "is that even if the verdict goes against us, it's not over. We still have the opportunity for appeal, and I think our position would be excellent."

"I hope it doesn't go that far," Stone said.

"So do I," Allison echoed. They became silent, each wrapped in his own thoughts. It was growing dark outside, and the bailiff rose from his desk and began turning on lights in the courtroom.

Sir Leslie Hewitt looked at his watch. "Almost nine o'clock," he said. "I must say, I'm encouraged I've never known a jury to stay out this long, so they must be deliberating very diligently."

Most of the spectators had given up and gone home, but the reporters from the Times and The New Yorker still sat in the gallery, waiting.