The warder puts his palm on Gabriel’s chest and pushes him back against the wall.
“You think you have any right to know anything after what you’ve done?”
Gabriel looks the man in the eyes, and he speaks calmly and clearly.
“I am only saying to you that I am worried, for his family do not know what has happened.”
The warder raps his knuckles against Gabriel’s chest.
“You had better watch who you’re getting lippy with.”
They stare at each other and Gabriel decides to say nothing further, but he is not afraid. Not of this man.
“Do you want to see your visitor or have you changed your mind?”
“Yes, please, I want to see my visitor.”
The warder continues to stare at him.
“We’ve got a lot of things to work out, you and I, don’t we?” Gabriel stares back at the warder, who begins now to laugh. “You don’t understand the trouble you’re in, do you? Once they bang you up properly, your life will be hell, mate.”
The warder steps to one side and unlocks yet another door. As he pushes it open, Gabriel recognises the small woman who dresses in men’s trousers. She is sitting at a table with a man, and on top of the table there is a pile of papers. The warder changes his tone now that others can see them.
“Well, come on then, these people have been waiting here to see you.”
Gabriel edges past the warder and into the room. Katherine stands up and extends her hand, and as she does so her face suddenly brightens.
“Gabriel, what took you so long?” She does not wait for an answer. “This is Stuart Lewis, who will be your solicitor.”
The man stands and holds out his hand.
“Pleased to meet you, Gabriel. Stuart Lewis.”
The man is also short, and he wears a dark-blue suit and a bright-yellow tie. He looks like a schoolboy with his mousy hair and round spectacles, and Gabriel peers closely at him. He had been expecting an older, more intimidating man, and somehow this Stuart Lewis does not seem right. Gabriel shakes hands with the man and then he hears the door close behind him. He turns and sees the warder standing with his arms folded across his chest and staring into the middle distance. The woman notices that Gabriel seems perturbed by this and she places her hand on his shoulder.
“Gabriel, don’t worry. You must talk freely, and you must speak honestly and from the heart. If you do, then Stuart can help you with the charges.”
Stuart Lewis nods in agreement and then he sits down. The woman removes her hand and points to the chair on the other side of the table, and then she also sits.
“Take a seat, Gabriel, and let’s begin. I’m not sure how much time we have, but let’s try and get through as much as possible.”
Gabriel sits down and then Stuart Lewis leans forward and begins to speak.
“Gabriel, may I call you Gabriel?” Gabriel nods, and the lawyer smiles and then laughs. “Well, thank you. It doesn’t pay to assume too much unauthorised informality.”
Gabriel looks at the woman, who is also smiling, but her smile is etched somewhat less firmly to her face. He notices that today her short hair is pulled back and tied with a red band so that it doesn’t fall into her eyes.
“You see,” continues the lawyer, “I’m preparing the details of your case so that I can brief the barrister who will, in the fullness of time, represent you.”
Gabriel listens, but without really understanding a word of what is being said. He looks at the woman who continues to smile, as though reassuring Gabriel that he should not worry. Stuart Lewis hardly misses a beat.
“I have some questions to ask you, and you must answer as best you can. If you’re not sure about the question, just let me know. There’s no need to be frightened if you tell the truth.”
Gabriel nods, but he is suddenly aware that the eyes of the warder are on his back. The woman is quick to speak.
“Do you understand, Gabriel?”
Again Gabriel nods. Stuart Lewis glances at her, but she continues to address Gabriel.
“I’m just taking notes so that if everything goes well with this case, then I’ll be able to present the relevant facts to the immigration authorities. You don’t mind my taking notes, do you?”
Gabriel stares at the woman.
“You see, when they are making a judgement as to your suitability to remain in this country they’ll want to know everything. And this is a very serious case, which is why you will have to have Mr. Lewis plus another lawyer.”
Gabriel’s mouth is dry, but there is no water to drink. He peels open his lips, which feel as though they have been glued together.
“I am ready to answer any questions. I have nothing to hide.”
The woman is happy, and she nods and then turns and looks at the lawyer. Stuart Lewis pushes his glasses further up the bridge of his nose and then he coughs.
“Well, shall we make a start?” Gabriel watches as the man looks at his watch and then carefully writes down the date and the time. He then turns to the woman. “I’ll also be keeping full notes, so we can always cross-refer.” He turns back to Gabriel. “I’m afraid in situations like this it’s impossible for us to have our secretaries in here. We could tape-record the proceedings, but it’s never satisfactory. This being the case, it just means that it will take a while for us to go through everything and I may have to ask you to repeat some things, if you’ll bear with me.” Gabriel looks blankly at the man. “Right, then, let’s make a start. Do you know on what day you arrived in France?”
“I do not know. I was travelling for a long time.”
“We can make a guess,” says the woman. “I mean, by working backwards we can come up with a rough date.”
The man looks at the woman.
“I know, but I think we need to have the specifics for a criminal case.” He turns again to Gabriel. “So you have no idea whatsoever, is that it?”
Gabriel shakes his head.
“And how long were you in France, do you have any idea?”
“A few days.”
“I see.”
The lawyer writes on the pad and then speaks without looking up at Gabriel.
“And you would have no idea whether a few was three or four, or seven or eight, am I right?” Gabriel thinks for a moment.
“I am sorry. It was not always possible to be sure if it was day or if it was night.”
The lawyer continues to write, and again he speaks without looking up.
“I understand, Gabriel, but tomorrow I am going to have to present the best possible case for you, and so we’ll have to find some way of ascertaining these facts.”
The woman coughs as though eager to add something, and Stuart Lewis looks up at her. She speaks on cue.
“I’ve already been over some of this with Gabriel and it’s very hard for him because of the personal trauma he suffered just before his having to flee for his life.” The lawyer looks quizzically at her, so she continues. “You know, the massacre of Gabriel’s family. This has had a profound impact on his memory and his ability to absorb anything, let alone details such as dates and times. It really is very difficult for him at the moment.”
The lawyer waits patiently until she has finished, and then he leans back in his chair.
“I understand what you’re saying, Katherine, but I’m only trying to establish dates, not state of mind. I’ll come to that later.”
The woman nods and Gabriel looks from one to the other and can now sense the frustration that is flowing between them. It is apparent to Gabriel that this is not the first time that the two of them have argued, and he is sure that he is the source of their disagreement. Stuart Lewis turns his attention back to Gabriel. He taps his pen against the pad in front of him, and he speaks slowly.
“Now then, Gabriel. You don’t know what date you arrived in France? And you have no idea on what date you arrived here in Great Britain? Am I correct in my assumptions?”