‘Here it is. Look!’ He held it out for Harry to see. S big promise, no result. Gets it up but can’t get it out. V. frust for him, poor lamb, blames me. Outside? No way, Jose, I say.
Harry grinned triumphantly. ‘By, it’s got to be him, sir! Big promise, no result. Blames me, she wrote — that’s exactly what Sharon said — and his name begins with S. We’ve got him!’
‘Yes, but … where is he? That’s the million dollar question now, Harry lad!’
The trembling began just before Sarah stood up. She often felt nervous before cross-examination; the adrenaline sharpened her performance. But this time it was different. Huge South American butterflies fluttered wildly in her stomach. She clasped her shaking hands behind her back, under her gown.
She had thought long and hard about this plan. Without real proof it could easily backfire. But if it worked, she could sow enough doubt to save her son. And that was how the game was played. Not to be fair or decent, but to win. She smiled briefly at her victim.
‘Good morning, David. Now, you’ve told the court how Jasmine left Simon and came to live with you. When you first met her, did you have another girlfriend?’
‘Not really. I’d been out with some nurses, but I didn’t have a proper girlfriend, no.’
‘No girlfriend living with you?’
‘Oh no.’ He shook his head vehemently.
‘In fact, had you ever lived with a girl before Jasmine Hurst?’
‘Well, no … not actually lived with anyone before, no.’
‘So this was something really rather special for you?’
‘Special? Oh yes, very special indeed. I loved her.’
‘She was very beautiful, wasn’t she?’
‘Oh yes, she … could have been a film star, easily.’
‘And she was a little older than you, I think?’
‘A couple of years older, yes.’
She was surprised how comfortable he seemed with these personal questions. If she hadn’t been his enemy, she might have felt sympathy for him. She pressed a little harder.
‘Did you want to marry her?’
‘If she wanted.. yes, sure … I’d have been happy …’ His eyes filled with tears. Hard to fake, Sarah thought. But it happens; fathers kill their own children and weep afterwards.
‘You were deeply in love with her, is that right?’
‘Yes.’
‘In fact you’d have done anything, anything at all, to keep her?’
‘Yes, of course.’
‘So when she said she was going to leave you, you must have been deeply upset.’
‘Yes, I … what do you mean?’ For the first time a frown crossed his brow, as if he guessed where the questions might lead.
‘You didn’t only quarrel with Jasmine that Thursday morning, did you? You quarreled two days before.’
‘No, we … not really a quarrel, no.’
‘You quarreled at the protest camp. Isn’t that right? You were screaming at each other.’
‘It …we …’ It struck him that she would only say this if she had witnesses. ‘We did shout a bit, yes. But it was just a silly quarrel. Only words.’
‘Only words.’ Sarah let the implication sink in. ‘I see. What was it about?’
‘About? Oh, silly things … I’m a very tidy person, and sometimes that annoyed her. I don’t see why, really, I mean that was something she liked about me at first. She said it was better than the filth in his — your son’s house.’
‘Anything else?’
‘Well, of course I’m not as big as him, as crude. She said she liked strong guys, but she didn’t really, she was just winding me up …’
‘Did it make you angry when she said those things?’
‘Well, more hurt than angry, I suppose. But it wasn’t true. She loved me really …’
‘But in this quarrel, she said she was tired of you and was going to leave. Isn’t that right?’
‘I don’t remember.’
‘Well, that’s what other people heard. Are you saying they’re wrong?’
‘People say all sorts of crazy things in quarrels. They don’t always mean them.’
‘But they do sometimes. The truth is you quarreled with her and you were afraid she might leave you. That’s right, isn’t it?’
‘No, she couldn’t — I loved her.’
‘But she did though, didn’t she? She went back to Simon and made love to him.’
As Sarah had expected, Phil Turner rose to his feet. ‘My lord, I fear my learned friend is straying into fantasy. There is no evidence for any of this and she is harassing the witness.’
Sarah faced the judge firmly. ‘My Lord, I have witnesses to substantiate all these points. My son claims that Miss Hurst returned to his home and made love to him frequently, and I have a witness to this quarrel and to Mr Brodie’s state of mind at the time. Since his own evidence makes several claims about my son’s state of mind and alleged motivation, it would seem fair to question his also.’
Judge Mookerjee considered, then nodded. ‘Very well, Mrs Newby. Continue.’
Sarah drew a deep, grateful breath. ‘That’s true, isn’t it, Mr Brodie? She didn’t just talk to Simon, she was unfaithful to you, wasn’t she? She even teased you about it. She said Simon was more of a man, a better lover than you.’
‘No, she didn’t. She wouldn’t do that.’ He was very upset now. Pale, anxious, distressed.
‘I suggest that’s exactly what she did. Jasmine could be cruel, couldn’t she?’
‘No. Don’t say that about her. She didn’t mean it.’
‘Did you follow her, after these quarrels? To see where she went?’
‘I don’t … I …’ Clearly this question came as a shock. Sarah watched, and waited. ‘I … did follow her once, yes. I saw her near his — your son’s house. I watched her go in.’
‘Only once? Or more than once?’
‘I … followed her a few times, yes. I’m not proud of it.’ He looked around court, afraid, suddenly; his performance was going wrong but the audience were still there.
‘When she went into Simon’s house, what did you do?’
‘I … waited outside a bit, then I went home. I was upset.’
‘Yes. So when Jasmine came home, what then? Did you tell her you’d followed her?’
‘She found out. She saw me once. She … she laughed at me.’
‘How did you feel then?’
‘Hurt.’ He looked down, embarrassed. ‘I just wanted her to come back to me, that’s all.’
‘I see. And apart from following her, how did you try to make her do that?’
‘I … the same as I always did. I’d try to be nice to her, make her feel secure and happy in my home. That’s where she belonged. It was a safe place, clean and decent, not a pigsty like his … your son’s home. I treated her decent.’
‘So the more cruelly she treated you, the more you tried to please her.’
‘Is that wrong? I loved her.’
‘And she twisted you round her little finger. When she saw Simon following her, she wasn’t frightened, she was amused. And she laughed when you did it too, didn’t she?’
‘You make her sound horrible. She wasn’t like that.’
‘She played with people, didn’t she? She played with you both.’
‘She wasn’t playing with me. I was trying to make her see sense. I loved her.’
‘Exactly. So it must have made you angry when you followed her and saw her going into Simon’s house to make love to him. Were you angry?’
‘Of course I was angry, but … I knew if she’d stay with me, she’d get over it in the end.’
‘But on that day when you argued at the protest, Tuesday 11th May, she told you she was leaving, didn’t she?’
‘Yes, but … she’d said that before. I didn’t believe her. I knew she’d come back — it was on her way back that he killed her!’ The court was hushed, completely silent now.
‘You say my son killed her, but you have no evidence to prove that, do you, David? It could have been someone else, who also had also had a motive. Couldn’t it?’
‘Well, who else could it be?’ He looked around, desperate, astonished. ‘For Christ’s sake, you’re not suggesting me, surely? That’s crazy! I mean, he hit her, remember? I never did that.’