was?"
"Not that I’ve noticed
among these papers. Who wrote this?"
Brakespeare turned to the
back. It had the names of the three Prosecuting Counsel typed at the end; David
Edwards-Mitchell QC, Andrew Evans and Stephen Luke.
"Well I don't believe it
took a silk and 2 junior barristers to cobble this up." said Brakespeare.
"What's a silk?"
"Didn't they teach you
that at University? Queen's Counsel are known as Silks because that's what
their gowns are made of' “
“ And what are other barristers
gowns made of?”
“ Stuff – and solicitors gowns
too.”
“ Thank you for sharing that
with me.” Lisa acknowledged the unimportant information..
She stood next to him with her
hands on her hips, still looking at the case summary.
Brakespeare said nothing but
put his hands together as if in prayer, his forefingers on his lips, thinking.
Eventually she spoke. “You
were right; it’s not looking at all good for David Newberry.”
chapter six
There was a knock at the door,
and Margaret's head appeared.
"Sorry, am I interrupting
something?" she asked looking rather pointedly at Lisa, still leaning over
Brakespeare.
"Only a wake."
Brakespeare replied.
Margaret looked puzzled..
"Mr. Newberry",
Brakespeare explained. "It looks as if he may be buried, if not
dead."
"Oh dear", said
Margaret. "He's just been on the telephone, wanting to know what is
happening. "
"Well, you'd better make
an appointment for him to come in and see me. I'm afraid that I have some bad
news for him. "
"Oh, well that's not very
nice is it. Unfortunately I'm afraid that you will have to go and see him. You
see, he has transport difficulties." She looked towards Lisa as if
unwilling to speak the unspeakable. "
Lisa came to her rescue.
"After he had been charged by the Police for these offences, David went on
a drinking binge, but unfortunately drove. He was stopped by the Police for
drink-driving and has been banned for 18 months."
"He lives in Malvern,
doesn't he. Isn't there a bus or something." asked Brakespeare.
Lisa and Margaret looked at
each other. Lisa walked to the front of the desk and smiled one of her smiles
and said, "I think that it's expected that you will go and see him."
Brakespeare shrugged his
shoulders. "Well as long as I get paid my travelling expenses, I can't
object. Just fix me an appointment - I'll go. "
"How long will you
need?" asked Margaret. Brakespeare sucked his teeth. "Hard to know.
Depends what he has to say. I think I'm going to have to advise him to plead
'Guilty'" .
"You can't do that."
said Lisa quickly.
"Why not?"
Lisa shuffled her feet.
"Perhaps you should have a word with Mr. Mortimer."
"I think that's probably
best." agreed Margaret. "I'll call Mr. Newberry back and tell him
that you'll be over."
"Make it in the morning.
"
"Ten o'clock?"
"Fine - make it for the
whole morning." He glanced at Lisa. "I'll see Mr. Mortimer." and
left the room.
Mortimer looked grave when
Brakespeare came into his office and explained to him what he had read of the
prosecution case so far.
"So what's the bottom
line, Jonny?"
"Well it's an uphill
struggle. First we have the discrepancy in valuations. 1 know that at this
stage it is one man's word against another, but this chap Black is not going to
stick his name on a valuation unless he is pretty confident about it. Add to this
the fact that it looks as if Newberry did have a connection with Clearfield,
and therefore might stand to gain from any fiddle. At the very least Mr.
Newberry has got a lot of explaining to do. "
"So who else is involved
in this conspiracy?"
"Well there's Levy of
course, who is the man behind Clearfield. and Simon Simmons ... "
"Levy's solicitor."
"You know him?!"
"Of him.
"So there you have the
picture. The eternal triangle that you need for a mortgage fraud. A bent
mortgagee borrowing money - Levy; a bent surveyor – Newberry; a bent solicitor
– Simmons."
Mortimer frowned. "Only
David is not bent; not at all. I think we had