‘ Doesn’t that make pretty listening! That’s your bastard of a husband he’s talking about, Jennifer. This is Gerald who used to come across with all that shit about love and happiness and how much he adored you and would do anything for you. And Rebecca, your best friend. Listen up now. I don’t want you to miss a single word.’
Keflin-Brown had turned, to look at Jennifer and by so doing brought most of the jury around with him. He said, ‘After the hideous stabbing about which you will hear, Mrs Lomax did not make what amounted to a full statement to the police: did not explain herself. But it is the Crown’s case that Mrs Lomax discovered the affair in which her husband was engaged with Miss Nicholls. That she decided to wreak the most terrible revenge imaginable upon the man, for his deceit and that in full and sound mind she set out just two months ago, entered her husband’s office and in full view of the entire staff, stabbed, cut and slashed Gerald Lomax so savagely and so severely that he died on the spot… and that, ladies and gentlemen, is what I intend to prove to your satisfaction.’
‘ And I shall make you insane. That’s what I’ll do, in the end, of course. Really destroy that mega-mind of yours. But slowly, so very slowly: I’ve got for ever, after all. So I want you to know how it’s happening, when it’s happening, every moment that it’s happening: chip, chip, there it goes, every little chip of the way. And that’s how I’ll leave you in the end, Jennifer: a piss-soaked, mind-emptied imbecile, dribbling down her front without knowing it…’
Jennifer was aware of Perry at the dock edge. ‘For God’s sake wipe your face! Spit is running all over you!’
‘… Just like that.’
Chapter Twenty-one
The diminutive judge was the main target of Jane’s attempted abuse, trying to get Jennifer to call him a dwarf and Santa’s little helper and a short-ass, but she also tried with every formal witness with whom Keflin-Brown opened the prosecution. Almost every time Jennifer beat her, lips clamped against the outbursts. She did practically as well against any uncontrollable movement, arms rigid by her sides to hold the chair edge, her feet entwined around the seat legs. Had it not been secured to the floor to avoid its use as a weapon by a berserk prisoner, that unbalanced posture would have worked against her, bringing her crashing down entangled in the chair, when her body lurched violently sideways. As it was, the movement, the worst, stopped the court again. The motherly wardress who’d kept a handkerchief ready since the dribbling episode managed to snatch out, stopping Jennifer being thrown off, and Jarvis warned Jeremy Hall yet again. That was the occasion Jane tried to make her call the judge Santa’s little helper at the same time as telling him to keep his rat-trap mouth shut.
Keflin-Brown, even more adept at ingratiating himself with a judge than he was with a jury, managed to create a very visible contrast between Jennifer’s impromptu interruptions by the efficient quickness with which he called his technical witnesses.
A police photographer produced an extensive portfolio of pictures, individual copies of which were distributed to the jury and among the assembled lawyers. The man quickly itemized each print. Copies were not given to Jennifer but she could see some open in front of the lawyers that included Gerald’s blood-soaked body and the gore-splattered office and the lip-clamped shuddering the sight caused her had nothing to do with Jane. The photographs were supplemented by the official plans of the Enco-Corps’ office, which were sworn by the architect as those he’d drawn to rebuild the property after the IRA bombing but which had been additionally marked for the trial showing the positioning of Gerald Lomax’s permanently visible office and its glass-sided approach corridor in relation to the open trading floor from which the murder had been witnessed by so many people.
It was Jennifer’s own revulsion that again shook through her at the evidence of the Home Office pathologist Felix Hewitt, its awfulness worsened by the clinically unemotional way the man presented his post-mortem findings. He described the injuries as massive. The aorta artery and ventricle chamber had been penetrated – the aorta twice – and one knife wound had entered the brain through the left eye, inflicting huge damage to the frontal lobe and into the cortex. The carotid artery in the neck was also severed as well as the femoral artery in the groin, which was the worst of seven cuts and stabs to the genital area. The face was also extensively lacerated, the nose practically severed. In Hewitt’s opinion six of a total of thirty-two severe stab and cut wounds would have been fatal. There were numerous others, less severe, to the arms and hands consistent with attempted self-defence. Death would have occurred in minutes, from a combination of the fatal stab wounds, extensive and immediate blood loss and shock.
‘ Tried to cut his cock off. Bastard deserved to lose it. Thought I’d managed it. He’d have felt it, though. Been in agony. Like that one in the eye: that would have hurt! ’
By the time of the luncheon adjournment Jennifer felt totally exhausted, her arms and legs cramped from the way she’d forced herself to sit. The muscles in her arms and legs trembled and she needed the support of both wardresses either side to reach the downward steps and for them to be at her front and back to guide her down into the cell. The once crisp and pure white voile shirt was grey and limp from perspiration, sticking to her back and shoulders like another skin: sweat had soaked through into the suit, too, which was sagged with creases and damply uncomfortable. Her handkerchief was sodden with spittle, too wet for her to wipe herself dry any more. Her make-up would be totally destroyed, she realized. She shook her head against the motherly wardress’ suggestion of food: nausea churned her stomach, bringing her close to vomiting.
She found it difficult even to look up at Jeremy Hall’s entry from the table at which she was slumped. The solicitor was not with him.
‘Are you all right?’
‘Of course I’m not all right!’
‘ She’s insane. Everyone knows that! ’
‘Shut up!’ To Hall she said, ‘She’s saying I’m insane, like she always does.’
‘Was it bad?’
‘You saw how bad it was!’
‘I meant how much did you manage to stop?’
‘ Not enough! ’
‘A lot. Nearly all the outbursts. A lot of the movement, too. But I know it wasn’t enough. I’ve annoyed the judge, haven’t I?’
‘Do you want a doctor? An adjournment?’
‘ No! You’ve got to go on suffering! ’
‘What would that achieve?’
Hall made an uncertain movement. ‘Tranquillizers might help.’
‘ No! Say you don’t want them.’
Jennifer found herself clutching the underside of the cell chair. ‘Are they permissible?’
‘ No! Won’t stop you being my puppet. ’
‘I think so. I’ll try to arrange something. It wouldn’t be possible for Mason to hypnotize you. He’s to be called as an expert defence witness.’