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‘A question that was beginning to exercise my mind,' said the judge. ‘Mr Beckwith?'

‘A very practical and relevant point indeed, your honour,' responded Beckwith, at once. ‘It is to establish the importance of the …' The pause was intentional, a verbal marker as all the man's other theatrical hesitations had been. ‘… omissions to which I wish to draw the court's attention.'

‘My patience is limited, Mr Beckwith,' reminded the judge.

‘And will not be stretched much further,' promised Beckwith. Going back to Abrahams the lawyer said, ‘You were about to help the court with an explanation of antibodies and antigens.'

‘Both are traceably formed – created – within the blood by a patient's natural immunity or resistance to a disease or infection, as well as by the induced resistance of antibiotics,' said Abrahams.

There was a lot of movement now – sufficient to attract the judge's frowned attention – between the two lawyers to the right of the court and the people directly behind them, Bartle finally getting up from where he sat to lean over the rail for closer consultation.

As aware of the activity as Jordan, Beckwith stopped his examination, looking between the animated groups and the judge and said, ‘Your honour, does the court require a recess here?'

‘I do not intend a recess but I might very well require an explanation,' said the judge.

Bartle turned, startled, back into the court, standing fully. ‘I apologize if I have caused the court inconvenience, your honour.'

‘You have and it will not be tolerated again,' snapped Pullinger, the redness of his irritation pricking out on his bloodless cheeks. ‘Any more than I will tolerate ill-prepared cases being prematurely brought before me or much more deviation from expected presentations. You will precede, Mr Beckwith, with the limitations of my patience in the forefront of your mind.'

‘Dr Abrahams,' resumed Beckwith. ‘If an infection is resisted – defeated – by natural immunity or medication, do such antibodies or antigens remain traceable within a patient's blood?'

‘For a time,' replied the doctor. ‘That length of time depends, understandably, upon the type of infection or disease and the treatment to defeat it.'

‘Let us come to sexually transmitted diseases and infections,' invited Beckwith.

For the first time the lawyer's pause was for breath, not to tempt the judge's impatience but Pullinger seized it. ‘Not a moment too soon, Mr Beckwith.'

‘Observing, as always, your honour's guidance,' responded Beckwith, just as swiftly. To the doctor the lawyer continued, ‘You have extensive experience of the identification and treatment of sexually transmitted disease, do you not, Dr Abrahams?'

‘I do.'

‘Is the manifestation of antibodies and antigens that you have described applicable in sexually transmitted diseases?'

‘Yes.'

‘In syphilis?'

‘Yes.'

‘In gonorrhoea?'

‘Yes.'

‘What about chlamydia or to use its more accurate clinical name, Chlamydia trachomatis?'

‘Yes.'

‘Within the last month you examined the man I represent in court today, Harvey William Jordan, for venereal infection, specifically Chlamydia trachomatis, did you not?'

‘I did. I also extended that examination to include syphilis and gonorrhoea.'

‘Can you describe, as simply as possible for the court's benefit, how you conducted those examinations?'

‘I took invasive urogenital swabs, as well as those from the throat and rectum. I also took blood and urine samples.'

‘What were your findings?'

‘Negative, to every test for every possible infection.'

‘Specifically in the case of chlamydia, the tests are clinically referred to as polymerase chain reaction, PCP, or ligase chain reaction, LCR, a sensitive detection method for chlamydia DNA?'

‘Yes.'

‘Which were negative?'

‘Your expert witness has already attested to that,' came in Pullinger.

‘I am anxious that there should be no doubt whatsoever of the findings, your honour,' said Beckwith.

‘You have established that to my satisfaction, Mr Beckwith. I am still waiting to discover the other point you have promised me.'

‘Dr Abrahams,' returned Beckwith, ‘had my client, Harvey Jordan, suffered any venereal infection that required medical treatment would the antibodies or antigens resulting from that treatment have been evident in his blood, even though he had been successfully cured by treatment from a doctor or specialist other than yourself of which you had been unaware.'

‘Yes, in the case of syphilis and HIV, possibly in the case of chlamydia'

‘Were there any such antibodies or antigens?

‘No.'

‘What is the irrefutable medical conclusions from the absence of any antibodies or antigens from the blood of Harvey Jordan?'

‘That he has never suffered or contracted a venereal infection.'

‘Which is very specifically spelled out and made clear in Dr Abrahams' medical report already supplied to this court!' exploded the now very visibly flushed Mr Justice Pullinger.

‘But not in any other medical report laid before this court, those of Alfred Appleton and Leanne Jefferies, both of which were delayed until the very last possible moment for presentation before your honour,' Beckwith pointed out, finally sitting beside Jordan.

Pullinger did recess the court, from which Bartle and Wolfson hurried out, trailed by their respective clients and the two venerealogists. Beckwith went through the rail for another, although brief, consultation with Abrahams.

Reid crossed from his table when Beckwith returned and said, ‘That was brilliant.'

‘I was flying by the seat of my pants from the conversation I had with Dr Abrahams,' admitted Beckwith.

‘Even more brilliant,' insisted Reid.

‘I'd only heard of Pullinger by reputation,' said Beckwith. ‘I didn't imagine he'd really be such a son of a bitch.'

‘You think there's something to be found in the medical reports of the other side?' prodded Jordan.

‘That's the way Abrahams told me to go,' said Beckwith. ‘I'm going to press as hard as I can to find out.'

‘And I'm going to risk trying an application about Sharon Borowski: as many applications as I can, while I think Pullinger will be favouring us,' disclosed Reid. ‘If he slaps me down, he slaps me down.'

Jordan saw that Alyce was still staring straight ahead, ignoring everybody. When he pushed his chair back Beckwith said, ‘Where are you going?'

‘Stretch my legs. Say hello to Alyce. No reason why I shouldn't, now that we're in court, is there?'

Beckwith shrugged.

Reid said, ‘Keep it brief.'

Alyce didn't look in his direction as Jordan approached and there was a hesitation even when he reached her table and said, ‘Hi!'

‘Hello.'

‘How are you?'

‘Hating every moment of it! I was looking forward to it – facing him down – but now I'm here I feel … ashamed, I suppose. We had to sneak in … There were television cameras … It was awful.'

‘Did they get photographs of you?'

‘Bob doesn't think so.' She looked across at the two remaining lawyers. ‘What's going on … I don't understand what Dan is doing?'

‘The medical reports on your husband and the woman are incomplete.'

‘Does it matter?'

‘It could, quiet a lot,' said Jordan, carefully.

‘Is it to do with what Bob said about you?'

‘What did Bob say about me?' said Jordan, only just keeping the demand out of his voice.

‘That you were clever and that you'd found something that helped me … about what I was telling him.'

‘It could be. Let's see how the rest of the day goes.'

‘I don't want to see how the rest of the day goes. I want to run away and hide and not come out for a long time.'

‘That's …' started Jordan but stopped.

‘That's what?'

Jordan's first thought had been to describe it as childish. Instead he said, ‘Giving up, with no reason to give up.' His mind butterflying beyond his conversation with Alyce, Jordan thought it was difficult to conceive how someone like her could have gone to bed – had grunting on top of her – someone as heavy and animal-like as the man he'd just seen for the first time in court. Beckwith and Reid were properly listening to what he said now – despising him as well for being a smartass and he didn't give a damn about that – and he'd go on pushing if he had to until what he'd read, but obviously not expertly understood, from the venereal case notes of Alfred Appleton and Leanne Jefferies was explained. But what if the case notes didn't mean anything? Everything would rebound back upon them. Like Beckwith, Jordan hadn't believed that the judge could be such a cantankerous old bastard.

‘What's she like?'

‘Who?' said Jordan, momentarily lost in his own thoughts.

‘The woman he fucked, Leanne?'

‘I don't believe you haven't looked at her!'

‘I haven't looked … don't want to look.'

Jordan still didn't believe her. ‘Much older than she really is, compared to you. Doesn't compare at all – as well – with you …'

‘Perhaps she does things I wouldn't.'

‘After France I can't imagine what that might have been.'

Alyce shook her head, dismissing the memory. ‘I'm going to ask Bob if it's absolutely necessary for me to be in court.'

‘Would that be a good idea?'

‘That's what I want. Why shouldn't it be all right?'

‘It could look to the judge – and the jury, when it's eventually convened – as if you're the guiltier party. Which you aren't.'

‘I don't care what it looks like.'

‘Don't you care who's proved to be guilty: if you're branded as the slut that he's trying to make you out to be?'

‘Not really.'

‘I don't believe that.'

‘I don't care what you …'

‘Believe?' Jordan finished for her.

‘I don't want us to fight.'

‘Neither do I.'

‘Then let's not.'

Jordan turned at the sound of Reid's returning approach and saw that two of the men who had remained beyond the rail behind Appleton's table were starring at him and Alyce. When Reid reached his table the lawyer said, ‘I told you to keep it brief.'

‘Why don't you worry more about the strain on Alyce than our simply talking together!' said Jordan, aware as he spoke of the opposition entourage re-entering the court.

‘I fear there has been created the possibility of a severe misunderstanding which I wish –' Bartle turned to indicate the next table – ‘as well as my colleague, Mr Wolfson wishes, to make clear I am most anxious to correct—'

‘And which I am even more anxious to have explained to me,' predictably broke in Pullinger.

‘It is fortunate, your honour, that present in this court today are the two medical experts who conducted the required examinations upon my client and that of Ms Leanne Jefferies, who is enjoined in this matter.'

‘How did that come about, that they should be present?' persisted the judge.

Bartle lowered his head, not immediately replying, which Jordan decided to be in frustration at the constant intrusion. Beside him he saw Beckwith was scribbling a soldiers' battalion of exclamation marks on his yellow legal pad.

‘I was obliged, as was my fellow attorney, Mr Wolfson, to have been alerted prior to today's hearing by Mr Beckwith that there was some disparity between the required medical assessments.'

‘You had the evidence of Mr Beckwith's expert witness in your required pre-hearing presentations,' reminded Pullinger. ‘Why weren't the omissions from your side corrected before today, so that this whole matter could have been resolved without the time-wasting disruption to which it has been subjected?'

Bartle turned pointedly to where Beckwith sat. ‘I regret, your honour, that neither myself nor Mr Wolfson were specifically advised what the challenge was going to be. Had we been, then this court would not have been caused the delay to which you are quiet rightly drawing attention. My request, sir – with which my colleague, Mr Wolfson, is in full agreement, to prevent any further delay in the proceedings – is that this session be adjourned until tomorrow to enable the apparent discrepancies to be rectified, with our deep and respectful apologies.'

Pullinger kept the lawyer standing for what seemed to be an age in the completely hushed court, irritably waving the man back into his seat when the uncertain Wolfson made as if to get to his feet, imagining that the judged wanted a supporting request.

Instead Pullinger turned to where Jordan sat with his lawyer and said, ‘Mr Beckwith?'

‘I am, as always, at your honour's disposal and would not seek any further to delay the progress of my submission or anything else that might be brought before the court,' said Beckwith. ‘But I would draw your honour's attention to the fact that had the omission not been brought to your honour's early attention this entire case might have proceeded with insufficient evidence at the court's disposal, which I am sure you would deplore. A re-presentation of the medical reports will, I hope, rectify that problem, but I would respectfully request that your honour gives me the opportunity, upon such re-presentation, to explore the matter further if those re-presentations are applicable to the submission that I have not yet had the opportunity to pursue.'

‘I certainly will wish to examine most carefully what is provided to this court tomorrow,' said Pullinger. ‘And give you now the undertaking that you will be allowed to do the same, as all three expert witnesses are present in court and as it is my wish that they so remain until the court decides otherwise.' The vulture's head swivelled. ‘I expect to be provided by 9 a.m. tomorrow with the redrafted medical report upon your client, Mr Bartle, and yours, Mr Wolfson. And I will say, at this point, that I will not tolerate another single instance of expected court protocol being inadequately complied with.'

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