grey, but he was a courteous and affable man. As he shook hands, he thanked Richard for his prompt and expert assistance in this matter.

‘I just wanted to meet you and explain that I am keeping the inquest as low-key as possible, doctor. This tragic case has the potential to cause serious embarrassment to respectable people living in what is a very tight- knit rural community. I see no merit in offering the press a lot of irrelevant detail, given that there is no possibility of any further legal action.’

They chatted for a moment longer, Matthews expressing genuine interest in the new venture in the Wye Valley and promising to bear them in mind when he or any of his legal colleagues in the area had need of forensic advice.

Gratified by this promise of future work, Richard took his leave and got back to his seat before the inquest began.

Billy Brown appeared inside the side door and, in a stentorian voice that seemed loud for his short stature, demanded that all should rise.

The coroner hurried in clutching a sheaf of papers and sat himself in the large central chair, normally occupied by a High Court judge or the chairman of the Quarter Sessions. His officer then called the court to order with the traditional exhortation.

‘Oyez, oyez, oyez, all persons having anything to do before the Queen’s coroner for the County of Brecon, touching the deaths of Thomas Littleman and Mostyn Dewi Evans, draw near and give your attendance!’

Before anything else was commenced, the lawyer at the table rose to his feet and announced to the coroner that he was Maldwyn Prosser, a solicitor holding a watching brief for the Evans family. As his practice was directly across the street from Charles Matthews’ own law office, the coroner was well aware of his identity, but the professional niceties had to be maintained.

The next task was to swear in the jury, and Billy walked along the two rows of benches, giving a battered copy of the New Testament to each juror as he came to them.

‘Take the book in your right hand and read the words on the card.’

A piece of pasteboard stuck out of the book and, in either halting words or more confident bravado, each person stood up and swore by Almighty God that they would diligently ‘a true presentment make according to the evidence’.

When they had settled down again, the coroner leaned forward and regarded them over his half-moon spectacles.

‘Ladies and gentlemen, there are two inquests to be dealt with today, but as they are inextricably linked I am taking them together, though at the conclusion you must provide me with two separate verdicts.’

He then asked the jury to choose their foreman, and a portly, red-faced local butcher was appointed.

‘Undoubtedly, all of you must have heard about this sad occurrence in Cwmcamlais, but you must put out of your mind anything you have heard or read and consider only what you will hear in this courtroom today.’

He leaned back and shuffled his papers unnecessarily before continuing.

‘A coroner’s inquest is concerned with only four things. Who, where, when and by what means someone came to their death. In addition, I have the power under the law to commit any person you consider guilty of criminally causing such a death for trial in a higher court. However, I can tell you now that this will not arise today, so it is only the first four you need consider.’

He nodded at Billy Brown, who moved to the front of the witness box, his trusty New Testament at the ready.

‘The first witness is Shane Williams,’ he announced. Heads turned to watch the former apprentice lope down the side of the court and step up into the waist-high cubicle of varnished wood.

He wore an ill-fitting khaki battledress, denoting his four days of service in Her Majesty’s armed forces.

Shane had been sitting halfway up the chamber, alongside the impressive figure of a sergeant major in the uniform of the South Wales Borderers, and the general impression was that it was with reluctance that the army had let such a raw recruit escape his penal servitude for an hour or two.

The youth mumbled his way through a different oath printed on the same card, swearing by the same Almighty God that he would tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.

Richard glanced past Angela to look at Sian and saw that she was transfixed by the proceedings, which brought to life all she had read about courts in newspapers and novels or heard on the radio.

‘Wait until we take her to the Assizes,’ he whispered to Angela. ‘She’ll be in ecstasy then with wigs and gowns!’

His partner banged his knee with hers to shut him up, as the coroner began questioning Shane Williams. The former worker at Ty Croes stumbled through a description of when and how he had found the body, and confirmed that it was indeed that of Tom Littleman. Matthews avoided any probing into Shane’s knowledge of any disputes between the dead man and any other persons at the farm. There was little else to be said and, after a short description of the barn and its contents and the position and state of the Fordson tractor, the coroner finished with Shane. He invited the family solicitor to ask any questions, but this was declined and Shane left the witness box with obvious relief. As he came back into the body of the court, the immaculate sergeant rose and reclaimed his recruit, marching him off as if he was under arrest.

At this stage the coroner instructed his officer to hand a slim album of photographs to the jury, to be passed around among them.

‘These are not very pleasant, but I’m afraid you need to follow what was found in this barn at Ty Croes Farm, as will be described by the next witnesses,’ explained Matthews.

They huddled over the pictures as they went along the two benches. Although the coroner had excluded the more gory photos, several of the men looked queasy at the sight, though the two women did not turn a hair, studying the details with apparent relish.

Arthur Crippen was called next and, scorning the card, held the Testament high in the air and rattled off the oath with the familiarity of thirty years’ experience in the courts.

He then described the scene in the barn when he was called by the uniformed officers and, with the jury following his account on their photographs, led them through the relevant points of the tractor, the scattered wooden blocks and the position of the chain hoist hanging from the roof.

The next witness was Aubrey Evans, who was dealt with quite briefly but sympathetically by Charles Matthews. He formally confirmed that the dead man was Thomas Littleman and, on being further questioned, said that he knew almost nothing of the man’s background, except that he had been an army mechanic and had worked at Ty Croes Farm for several years.

The coroner then explained to the jury that efforts by the police to trace any relatives had failed.

‘Military records showed that he was born in London and had joined the Regular Army at the age of eighteen. His parents were dead and he had no brothers or sisters. No other family has made themselves known, so that disposal of the body has been left to the local authority.’

After stating that the dead man had last been seen alive on the previous evening, Aubrey Evans left the witness box, the coroner having carefully avoided any questions about his own family, and the next witness was Richard Pryor.

Angela had been in court with him previously, but she listened again to see how he conducted himself. Sian was on the edge of her seat, enthralled by her boss being the centre of attention for a few minutes.

After taking the oath in a steady, serious voice, he identified himself and gave the Garth House address.

‘Your qualifications are a Doctor of Medicine and a Bachelor of Surgery?’ asked Matthews. Richard agreed and added that he also held a Diploma in Clinical Pathology.

‘You are also a consultant pathologist to the Home Office?’ added the coroner, to make it clear to the jury that the witness was an expert.

After these formalities, Richard explained how he had been called to the scene and what he had found there.

‘The dead man had severe injuries to the neck region, but these were caused after death. They were insufficient to conceal a ligature mark on the neck which indicated that he had actually been hanged.’

There was a buzz of astonishment in the court, and the three reporters suddenly jerked themselves into more rapid scribbling in their notebooks.

This was further increased when he then calmly announced that even that was not the cause of death, but

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