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To none will we sell, to none will we deny, to none will we delay right or justice.

These clauses provided for freedoms that most of us took for granted. Only when the likes of Julian Trent or his godfather came along, acting above and beyond the law, did we understand what it meant to have our rights and justice denied, to be destroyed and dispossessed without proper process of the laws of the land.

I had spent the time we had been walking telling the others about the great meeting that had taken place so long ago on this very spot between King John and the English barons, and how the king had been forced to sign away his autocratic powers. And how, in return, the barons, together with the king, had agreed to be governed by the rule of law, and to provide basic freedoms to their subjects.

Now, I leaned against the granite pillar and its succinct inscription.

‘So will you help me?’ I said to Josef. ‘Will you help me get justice and allow us freedom under law?’

‘Yes,’ he said, looking me straight in the eye. ‘I will.’

Bob took Josef and George back to their respective homes in north London, while Nikki drove me to the railway station at Slough.

‘Mr Mason?’ Nikki said on the way.

‘Yes?’ I replied.

‘Is what you’re doing entirely legal?’ she asked.

I sat silently for a moment. ‘I’m not sure,’ I said. ‘In England, I know that it’s not against the law not to tell the police about a crime, provided that you didn’t stand idly by and let it happen, when informing the police might have prevented it. Other than where stolen goods are involved, and also for some terrorism offences, members of the public are not under any legal obligation to report something that other people have done just because they know it was unlawful.’ She sat silently concentrating on her driving, and probably trying to make some sense of what I had said. ‘Does any of that help?’ I said.

‘Yes,’ she said. ‘That’s fine.’

‘Is there a problem?’ I asked her.

‘No,’ she said uncertainly. ‘I don’t think so. I just don’t want to get into any sort of trouble.’

‘You won’t,’ I said. ‘I promise.’ It was me, not her, who might get into trouble for not having told the court about the intimidation.

She dropped me at the station and gave me a small wave as she drove off. I wondered if she might go and talk to Bruce after all. I looked at my watch. It was quarter past four on Friday afternoon and the case would resume at ten on Monday morning. Even if she called Bruce now, would it stop me on Monday? Maybe. I would just have to take my chances. I had needed to tell Nikki my plans. I still wanted more help from her.

As I waited on the platform at Slough my phone rang in my pocket.

‘Hello,’ I said.

‘What does it take to get you to do as you’re told?’ said the whispering voice.

‘More than you could ever know,’ I said, and hung up.

What he probably didn’t realize was how frightened I had been at what he might do. In fact, I still was.

I called Eleanor.

‘Are you free from now on for the night?’ I asked.

‘All weekend,’ she said happily.

‘Good,’ I said. ‘Please will you pack a bag now. Put everything from your room that you absolutely couldn’t bear to lose in your car and go to Newbury station and wait for me there.’

‘Geoffrey,’she sounded worried. ‘You’re frightening me again.’

‘Eleanor, please,’ I said. ‘Do it now and quickly. Get away from the hospital and the house and then call me.’ I was thinking fast. ‘Are you in your room or in the hospital?’

‘In my room,’ she said.

‘Is there anyone else with you?’

‘No. But there are still a few in the hospital.’

‘Call them,’ I said. ‘Get as many as you can to come over to the house and be with you while you pack. Ask someone to get your car to the door and then go. Do it. Go now.’

‘Right,’ she said. ‘I’m on my way.’ The urgency of my voice had clearly cut through her reservations.

‘And make sure you’re not followed,’ I said. ‘Go round roundabouts twice and stop often to see if anyone stops behind you.’

‘Right,’ she said again.

‘I’ll be at Newbury in forty-five minutes,’ I said. ‘Try and keep on the move until then and don’t take lonely lanes. Main roads only.’

‘OK,’ she said. ‘I get the message.’

Good girl, I thought.

I sat restlessly on the train until Eleanor called to say she was safely away from Lambourn and she was now on the M4, travelling eastwards between junctions fourteen and thirteen.

‘Is anyone following you?’ I asked her.

‘Not that I can see,’ she said.

‘Good,’ I said. ‘I’ll see you at Newbury station.’

‘Right,’ she said. ‘There are two exits at Newbury. Come out of the station on the same side as the platform you get off the train. I’ll be there.’

She pulled up outside the red-brick station building as I struggled through the narrow doorway with my suitcase and the crutches. I tossed the suitcase onto the back seat of her car and climbed into the passenger seat. Eleanor leaned over and gave me a kiss.

‘Where to?’ she said, driving away.

‘Oxford,’ I said.

One of the good things about having a room in an ex-prison was that it was just as difficult to break into as it had once been to break out of. My room at the hotel was as safe a place as I could think of to spend the weekend, especially as the cell-door locks were now controlled by the person on the inside.

I made Eleanor drive twice round the roundabout where the A34 crosses the M4 but, if there was someone tailing us, I couldn’t see them.

‘Do you really think that someone would have come to Lambourn looking for me?’ asked Eleanor.

‘Yes,’ I said. ‘I do. I think these people will stop at nothing. It’s no longer about Steve Mitchell any more, it’s to do with them not getting convicted for the murder of Scot Barlow. Once you’ve killed one person, it’s much easier to kill again.’

I’d once been assured by one cold-bloodied client, following his well-deserved conviction for a string of murders, that, after the first couple, it had been as easy as stepping on a spider.

For the rest of the journey Eleanor spent almost as much time looking in the rear-view mirror as she did watching the road in front, but we made it to the hotel safely without hitting anything, and also without seeing anyone tailing us.

As we pulled up at the hotel entrance, Eleanor’s phone rang.

‘Hello,’ she said, pushing the button. She listened for a few moments. ‘Suzie, hold on a minute.’ She put her hand over the microphone and turned to me. ‘It’s Suzie, one of the other vets at the hospital. Seems a young man has turned up there asking for me, says he’s my younger brother.’

‘And is he?’ I asked her.

‘I’m an only child,’ she said.

‘Does the young man know that Suzie is making this call?’ I asked.

Eleanor spoke into the phone, asked the question and listened for a moment.

‘No,’ she said. ‘The young man has talked his way up into my room and is waiting there. Suzie is downstairs.’

‘Let me talk to her,’ I said.

Eleanor spoke again into the phone and then handed it to me. I tossed my own phone at Eleanor. ‘Call the police,’ I said to her. ‘Tell them there’s an intruder in the house there with a girl on her own.’ That should bring them coming with the sirens blazing.

‘Suzie,’ I said into Eleanor’s phone. ‘This is Geoffrey Mason, I’m a friend of Eleanor’s.’

‘I know,’ she said, laughing. ‘She’s talked of nothing else for weeks.’

‘Are you there on your own?’ I asked her, cutting off her laughter.

‘Yes,’ she said. ‘Except for him upstairs. The others have gone down the pub, but I didn’t feel up to it.’

‘Suzie, this is a serious situation,’ I said. ‘I don’t want to alarm you too much, but the young man is not Eleanor’s younger brother. She doesn’t have any brothers. And I fear he could be dangerous.’