husband. Which in itself did not necessarily indicate that a deliberate felony had occurred, nor that the note of hand for ?500, though extricated by force, was true extortion.
The job of establishing that fell to two witnesses, Joice the hairdresser’s wife, who listened through her wall, and Mr. Dangerfield in the other house, who saw through his wall. Mrs. Joice’s hearing was superlative, and Mr. Dangerfield was able to see a 360° world through a quarter-inch crack. One heard phrases like “Damned bitch! Where is your candle?” and “I will blow your brains out, you damned rascal!”, while the other saw Morgan and Insell threatening Ceely with a hammer and forcing him to write at a desk.
Mr. James Hyde, acting for Richard, turned out to be a tall, thin man who looked much like a raven. He cross- examined well, it seemed with the object of establishing that the three houses near Jacob’s Well contained a nest of gossips who had actually heard and seen extremely little and constructed their stories upon what Ceely had said to them in the lane afterward-followed by the Dangerfields’ sheltering him in their house with Mrs. Joice in attendance.
On one point Ceely could make little headway: the witnesses both testified that Richard had shouted through the door that Mr. Trevillian could have his watch back after Richard had obtained satisfaction. That sounded very much like a wronged husband, even to the jury.
It is ridiculous! thought Richard as the testimony went on and that trip to the Black Horse to fetch liquid refreshments was shifted to the following day. If Willy and I could speak for ourselves, we could establish easily that at the time we were both in the Lamb Inn courtyard. There is only one coach to Bath and it goes at noon and I was supposed to be in Bath, even Ceely says that. Yet they all say I was in Clifton!
During Mrs. Joice’s testimony it came out that she had overheard Richard and Annemarie plotting Annemarie’s assignation with Ceely in their hall-as if, thought Richard, anyone with criminal intent would choose to have such a conversation right next to a thin partition! But the very mention of the word “plot” caused both judge and jury to stiffen.
Mrs. Mary Meredith testified that she had seen the two men in the dock and a woman near Jacob’s Well as she was returning home about eight o’clock in the evening, and recounted hearing talk between them about a watch and Ceely’s having to go to law to get it back. Amazing! At eight o’clock at the end of September no one could have seen facial features farther away than a yard, as Mr. Hyde reminded Mrs. Meredith, much to her confusion.
A faint ray of hope began to suffuse Richard’s gloom; no matter how hard the prosecution tried, the jury still had not made up its mind whether what had happened was deliberate or the result of anger at being cuckolded.
Cousin James-the-druggist and Cousin James-of-the-clergy were called as character witnesses on Richard’s behalf; though the prosecutor made much of their close relationship to the accused, there could be no doubt that two such pillars of probity made a profound impression on the jury. The trouble was that this case, thanks to a defending counsel, was dragging out toward an hour in length, and the jurymen were dying to get off their feet. No one wanted a long case at the end of the day, including the judges.
Mr. James Hyde called Robert Jones as a character witness.
Richard jumped. Robert Jones testifying on his behalf? The smarmer who sucked up to William Thorne and had told Thorne of Willy’s visit to the Excise?
“Do you know the accused, Mr. Jones?” Mr. Hyde asked.
“Oh, aye, both of them.”
“Are they decent, law-abiding men, Mr. Jones?”
“Oh, aye, very.”
“Have they, to your knowledge, ever run foul of the Law?”
“Oh, nay, never.”
“Are ye privy to any information-apart from the general gossip which seems rife there-about the events at Jacob’s Well on the thirtieth of September last?”
“Oh, aye, that I am, sir.”
“To what effect?”
“Eh?”
“What do you know, Mr. Jones?”
“Well, to start with, Mrs. Joice ain’t no missus. She is just a whore who moved in with Mr. Joice.”
“Mrs. Joice is not on trial, Mr. Jones. Confine yourself to the events.”
“I talked to her and to Mr. Dangerfield. Mr. Dangerfield took me to the place upstairs in his house where he saw through, but he said he could not hear nothing, and what he saw was mighty little. Mrs. Joice said she did not hear nor see a thing.”
The prosecuting attorney was frowning; Mr. Trevillian, the real prosecutor, sat looking as if this were all far too much for his sadly limited understanding.
The prosecutor’s attorney elected to cross-examine.
“When did this conversation with Mrs. Joice and Mr. Dangerfield occur, Mr. Jones? Please be explicit.”
“Eh?”
“Absolutely clear.”
“Oh, aye. Happened the next day when I went to see Willy-Mr. Insell the accused, that is-at Jacob’s Well. Heard the story from him and asked the neighbors what they had seen and heard. Mrs. Joice-who
Mrs. Joice was recalled, and explained that naturally she had denied seeing or hearing anything next door-she was not the sort of woman to encourage snoopers!
Mr. Dangerfield was recalled, and repeated that he had never said he could hear, only see.
“Call Mr. James Hyde!” said the prosecuting attorney loudly. Richard’s counsel jumped, looked startled. “Not you, my learned colleague. Mr. James Hyde, servant to Mr. Trevillian’s mother.”
This James Hyde was a small, sandy man in his fifties with the unobtrusive and faintly obsequious air of a senior house servant. He stated that Mr. Dangerfield had come to see him on the first of October and informed him that a Robert Jones had told him that for the sum of five guineas, he could prove that Morgan had plotted with his wife to rob Mr. Trevillian.
The jury stirred and muttered, Sir James Eyre the judge sat up straighter.
“A plot, Mr. Hyde?”
“Yes, sir, a plot.”
“Did it involve Mr. Insell too?”
“Mr. Dangerfield did not say it did. Morgan and Mrs. Morgan.”
Recalled, Mr. Dangerfield admitted that he had gone to Mrs. Maurice Trevillian’s house to see his friend Mr. James Hyde and told Hyde of Robert Jones’s offer.
On re-examination, Mr. Robert Jones said that all of this was true. He knew Mr. Dangerfield was friendly with the Trevillian household, and he was a bit short of money, so…
“What of this plot between Morgan and his wife to rob Mr. Trevillian? Did it exist?” asked the prosecuting attorney.
“Oh, aye,” said Robert Jones cheerfully. “But Willy were not in on it, on my oath.”
“Ye’re on your oath, Mr. Jones.”
“Oh, aye, so I am!”
“How did ye know of this plot?”
“Mrs. Morgan told me.”
More stirs from the jury and judge.
“When?”
“At-oh, a bit after noon on the day it happened, when I came to see Willy the first time. Did not see him, ran into Mrs. Morgan instead. She said she were expecting Mr. Trevillian, but that he would have to come back later, after Morgan had gone to Bath. She were real pleased, said when Mr. Trevillian did come, Morgan would pounce on him for having a bit of slap-and-tickle with her-you know, the sort of thing husbands do when they find out they are wearing horns. She said her husband thought they would get five hundred pounds out of the silly clunch, he were so simple.”
Sir James Eyre looked in the direction of the dock. “Morgan, what have you to say about this plot with your
