Balcarres's… the island's Governor-General's… personal attorney, one Mister Johnathon Porter, Esquire, a most respected member of the bar, and formerly King's Counsel from Temple Bar, before accepting Lord Balcarres's offer of employment overseas. Trust me, gentlemen,' Sadler said, spreading his hands, and letting a wee smile cross his solemn, at-work features. 'Every Lord Justice in the land has dealt with Mister Porter, and hold him in the highest esteem.
'It does not harm our cause, either,' Sadler continued, turning just a big smug, 'that both Mister Peel and Mister Porter had the deposition transcribed to papers bearing the Governor-General's seal and letterhead, copies of which Mister MacDougall already has in hand, and stands ready to lay them before any Lord Justice who may adjudge the matter. Such imprint, sirs, while not bearing Lord Balcarres's
'And what did this local barrister have t'say for himself 'bout the matter?' Burgess pressed.
'Why, that he was hired on by the Court, dredged up from taking a pint or two of mild in a tavern close by, Mister Chiswick,' Sadler said with what almost approached a sly snicker, 'given less than ten minutes to familiarise himself with the charges and the identity of his absent client, and was unable to present much beyond
'And,
'Why, that's… that's…!' Lewrie spluttered, jerking erect from his dismal slump in a hard chair so quick that he spilled a bit of brandy on his waist-coat.
'Evidence of a criminal collusion 'twixt prosecuting barrister and defence barrister so vile that poor Mister Pruett could be brought up on charges, and slung into prison himself,' Sadler crowed. 'Loss of membership in the bar, at the very least. Both of them, really… Pruett,
'And he said
'Indeed he did, Sir Hugo, sir,' Sadler exulted. 'My employer believes that Pruett's presence at any trial, or delaying evidentiary hearing, is so important to Captain Lewrie's defence that he wrote to Mister Peel, along with a sum of money, to see to it that Pruett must take passage to England, and be lodged in London until such time that he testify in
'Right, then!' Burgess erupted. 'Huzzah! A glass with you, Mister Sadler… and a glass with you, next, Alan old son!'
'Toast… toast!' Sir Hugo insisted. 'Top up your glasses, so we may make a double toast! To the poor Mister Pruett of Jamacia, and the sagacious Mister Andrew MacDougall, Esquire!'
After that gala toast, though, Mr. Sadler shyly called for their attention for a bit longer, for he had more to relate.
'Mister MacDougall, sirs, has already ascertained who it will be who prosecutes the Beaumans' case, as well,' Sadler said in sober takings. 'Evidently, their Mister Cotton on Jamaica had written their London solicitor and agent before taking ship, whom they authorised to engage a barrister upon his own judgement and recommendation, to speed things along whilst they made their sailing arrangements.'
'Who is the bastard?' Sir Hugo snarled.
'Sir George Norman, K.C., sirs,' Sadler informed them. 'He is also a member of Grey's Inn, as is Mister MacDougall. Very well known at the bar. And, to Mister MacDougall, too, so…'
'Ain't that… illegal, or something?' Sir Hugo asked, snorting in disbelief. 'Mean t'say…!'
'Not at
'It happens all the time, Sir Hugo,' Twigg, sitting and listening silently for the most part, assured the nettled old fellow, giving him a calming pat on the arm. 'One must remember that both MacDougall and this Norman fellow gain their livelihood from their
'Indeed, Mister Twigg.'
'Their livelihoods, and their reputes, rather,' Twigg went on, leaning back in the padded armchair
'Oh,' Burgess Chiswick commented, seeing the light. 'I should think their
'Exactly so, Mister Chiswick,' Sadler said, taking charge of the conversation once more. 'A man recognised as King's Counsel, or barrister, might be engaged to prosecute one time, defend another… so, for all those reasons which you and Mister Twigg have laid out, it would be impossible, and a grave offence 'gainst the dignity of law, and their personal sacred honour, to collude. Sir George Norman 'ate his terms' the requisite three years at Grey's Inn, and was called to the bar three years before my employer applied, and Mister MacDougall was still a special pleader and writer when Sir George was made King's Counsel. They are not colleagues, in the familiar sense, gentlemen.'
'Don't sup t'gether?' a dubious Sir Hugo asked. 'Shoot, fish, go on country retreats with each other?'
'Sir George and Mister MacDougall do not socialise at
'Aha!' Twigg said, with a derisive bark. 'What our man here, Captain Lewrie, might nautically term a 'top- lofty,' is he?'
'The 'top-loftiest,' Mister Twigg,' Sadler said, snickering a trifle.
'Reckoned a capable man?' Lewrie had to ask, so he could know his odds, and his opponent.
'At
'Do not mistake my meaning, gentlemen… Captain Lewrie,' Mr. Sadler gravely cautioned. 'Sir George Norman is not a fool, nor easy to outwit in court. He is not an opponent to dismiss, or underestimate… though…,' he said, looking as if he wished he could chew on a thumbnail in such company.
'Though
'Well, Sir George has done rather a lot of cases in the Court of Common Pleas, for rather well-connected clients from his own social set, and the peerage. One case in Chancery Court, a most convoluted and intricate affair of inheritances, multiple wills, the upkeep for distraught and penniless heirs during its slow procession through the courts, has been