'Chapeau, Alex,' he said.
CHAPTER SEVENTY-SIX
'HOW DO YOU imagine Munro will cope when he comes up against Pearson?' asked Alex.
'An aging bull against an aging matador,' Sir Matthew replied. 'Experience and sheer cunning will prove more important than the charge, so I'd have to bet on Munro.'
'So when do I show the red rag to this bull?'
'You don't,' said Sir Matthew. 'You leave that pleasure to the matador. Pearson won't be able to resist the challenge, and it will make far more of an impact coming from the prosecution.'
'All rise,' announced the court usher.
Once they had all settled back in their places, the judge addressed the jury. 'Good morning, members of the jury. Yesterday you heard Mr. Pearson complete the case for the prosecution, and now the defense will be given the opportunity to put its side of the argument. After a consultation with both sides, I shall be inviting you to dismiss one of the charges, namely that the defendant attempted to steal the Moncrieff family estate in Scotland. Sir Hugo Moncrieff confirmed that this was not the case, and that in accordance with his father Sir Alexander's wishes, the estate has been taken over by the National Trust for Scotland. However, the defendant still faces four other serious charges, on which you and you alone have been given the responsibility of making a judgment.'
He smiled benignly at the jury before turning his attention to Alex. 'Mr. Redmayne, please call your first witness,' he said in a far more respectful tone than he had adopted the previous day.
'Thank you, m'lord,' said Alex, rising from his place. 'I call Mr. Fraser Munro.'
The first thing Munro did when he entered the courtroom was to smile at Danny in the dock. He had visited him at Belmarsh on five occasions during the past six months, and Danny knew that he had also attended several consultations with Alex and Sir Matthew.
Once again no bills for services rendered had been presented. All Danny's bank accounts had been frozen, so all he had was the twelve pounds a week he was paid as the prison librarian, which wouldn't have covered Munro's taxi fare from the Caledonian Club to the Old Bailey.
Fraser Munro stepped into the witness box. He was dressed in a black tailcoat and pinstripe trousers, a white shirt with a wing collar and a black silk tie. He looked more like one of the court officials than a witness, lending him an authority that had influenced many a Scottish jury. He gave the judge a slight bow before delivering the oath.
'Would you please state your name and address for the record,' said Alex.
'My name is Fraser Munro and I live at number forty-nine Argyll Street, Dunbroath in Scotland.'
'And your occupation?'
'I am a solicitor of the High Court of Scotland.'
'Can I confirm that you are a past president of the Scottish Law Society?'
'I am, sir.' That was something Danny didn't know.
'And you are a freeman of the City of Edinburgh?'
'I have that honor, sir.' Something else Danny didn't know.
'Would you please explain to the court, Mr. Munro, what your relationship is with the accused?'
'Certainly, Mr. Redmayne. I had the privilege, as my father did before me, of representing Sir Alexander Moncrieff, the first holder of the baronetcy.'
'Did you also represent Sir Nicholas Moncrieff?'
'I did, sir.'
'And did you conduct his legal affairs while he was in the army, and later when he was in prison?'
'Yes. He would telephone me from time to time while he was in prison, but the bulk of our work was conducted by lengthy correspondence.'
'And did you visit Sir Nicholas while he was in prison?'
'No, I did not. Sir Nicholas explicitly requested me not to do so, and I adhered to his wishes.'
'When did you first meet him?' asked Alex.
'I knew him as a child when he was growing up in Scotland, but before the occasion when he returned to Dunbroath to attend his father's funeral, I had not seen him for twelve years.'
'Were you able to speak to him on that occasion?'
'Most certainly. The two prison officers who were in attendance could not have been more considerate, and they allowed me to spend an hour with Sir Nicholas in private consultation.'
'And the next time you met him was seven or eight weeks later, when he came to Scotland just after he had been released from Belmarsh prison.'
'That is correct.'
'Did you have any reason to believe that the person who visited you on that occasion was not Sir Nicholas Moncrieff?'
'No, sir. I had only seen him for one hour during the past twelve years, and the man who walked into my office not only looked like Sir Nicholas, but was wearing the same clothes as he had done on the previous occasion we'd met. He was also in possession of all the correspondence that had taken place between us over the years, and was wearing a gold ring bearing the family coat of arms as well as a silver chain and key that his grandfather had shown me some years before.'
'So he was, in every sense, Sir Nicholas Moncrieff?'
'To the naked eye, yes, sir.'
'Looking back over that time with the benefit of hindsight, did you ever suspect that the man you believed to be Sir Nicholas Moncrieff was in fact an impostor?'
'No. In all matters he conducted himself with courtesy and charm, rare in such a young man. In truth he reminded me more of his grandfather than any other member of the family.'
'How did you eventually discover that your client was not in fact Sir Nicholas Moncrieff, but Danny Cartwright?'
'After he'd been arrested and charged with the offenses that are the subject of this current trial.'
'Can I confirm for the record, Mr. Munro, that since that day, the responsibility for the Moncrieff estate has returned to your stewardship?'
'That is correct, Mr. Redmayne. However, I must confess that I have not conducted the day-to-day business with the flair that Danny Cartwright always displayed.'
'Would it be right to say that the estate is in a stronger financial position now than it has been for some years?'
'Without question. However, the trust has not managed to maintain the same growth since Mr. Cartwright was sent back to prison.'
'I do hope,' interrupted the judge, 'that you are not suggesting, Mr. Munro, that that diminishes the severity of these charges?'
'No, my lord, I am not,' said Munro. 'But I have discovered with advancing years that few things are entirely black or white, but more often different shades of gray. I can best sum it up, my lord, by saying that it was an honor to have served Sir Nicholas Moncrieff and it has been a privilege to work with Mr. Cartwright. They are both oaks, even if they were planted in different forests. But then, m'lord, we all suffer in our different ways from being prisoners of birth.'
Sir Matthew opened both his eyes and stared at a man he wished he'd known for many years.
'The jury cannot have failed to notice, Mr. Munro,' continued Alex, 'that you retain the greatest respect and admiration for Mr. Cartwright. But with that in mind, they may find it hard to understand how the same man became involved in such a nefarious deception.'
'I have considered that question endlessly for the past six months, Mr. Redmayne, and have come to the conclusion that his sole purpose must have been to fight a far bigger injustice that had-'
'Mr. Munro,' interrupted the judge sternly, 'as you well know, this is neither the time nor the place to express your personal opinions.'
