In the event it didn’t. Humphrey Perry was again the instructing solicitor and had obtained copies of the National Front membership cards of two of the four white youths upon whom his black client was accused of inflicting grievous bodily harm. Hall broke one of the youths in cross-examination to admit setting out to ambush the boy, who in blind panic had stabbed one of his attackers with his own wrestled-away knife. A typical caption under his newspaper photograph the following day called him ‘Jeremy the Unbeatable’. He told Bert Feltham he didn’t really want to increase his fees to?2,000 a day so soon. They compromised by reserving the figure for lengthy cases to which he had to devote his entire time. Hall promised to tell the chief clerk by the end of the week whether he would defend a murder charge as mercy killing.
Wilbur Blake reminded Hall of the American lawyer who’d provided so much valuable background defence material about Jane Lomax. Like Ross Hamilton Forest II, the patrician-like publisher wore his pure white hair long and had the same clipped, New England accent. The lawyer with him, Craig Beaumont, was an immaculately dressed and comparatively young black man whom Hall guessed from his height to have been a college basketball player.
Blake put up only a token resistance against abandoning his demand for world rights – Hall surrendered the English-speaking provinces of Canada and South Africa but retained Australia – and Hall suspected he wouldn’t have attempted to reduce the $8,000,000 if Beaumont hadn’t prompted him. They ping-ponged figures across the table and settled at $7,250,000. Hall had been prepared to drop the further $250,000 and wished Jennifer had been there to witness the negotiation, particularly when he specifically excluded any film, television or video-recording rights. It had been Jennifer’s suggestion, to lessen the tax liability, for the money to be assigned, in tranches, to an acculumation and maintenance trust in Emily’s name. Hall allowed it to appear the American’s bargaining success.
While Hall went legally, line by line, through the American contract he let Blake read Jennifer’s first seventy-five pages, occasionally distracted by the American’s very visible excitement.
It was Beaumont who insisted Jennifer, not anyone with power of attorney, sign such a large contract and they flew down the following day. Blake was courtly and congratulatory about what he’d already read (‘It’s hardly going to need any editing at all,’) and the practical Beaumont worked hard to include a clause in their agreement guaranteeing Jennifer undertaking a countrywide promotional visit to the United States tied in with a lecture tour just prior to her book’s publication. It was left to Jennifer’s final decision, nearer the time.
Neither American regarded or treated Jennifer as an oddity. Nor did the individual publishers who followed them in succeeding weeks, although the Japanese publisher wanted several photographs of himself with her.
On the day of the American signing Hall issued a public statement detailing the deal, although withholding the figure. He repeated it with every contract in every country that followed and by the end of the first month had managed to divert the offers and the mob-like attention away from Jennifer and himself to the organizations with reproduction rights. A hard core of paparazzi remained but the siege was virtually lifted in London and Hampshire.
Emily was even able to go back to Miss Singleton’s playschool, although driven by Annabelle and initially escorted by security men. Jennifer was no longer ostracized in church on Sunday. Her first public outing with Jeremy Hall in London – to a restaurant in Chelsea Harbour – was a mixed ordeal of curiosity, distancing apprehension and autograph demands but Jennifer confronted it then and every time afterwards until the intrusion became bearable. They adjusted to the need for permanent bodyguards. Inevitably, because Hall was always photographed with her, newspapers and magazines linked them romantically. They refused to deny or confirm it. He went with her to the plastic surgeon who advised that she wait another three months for cosmetic surgery to her arms.
Hall’s plea of mitigation gained a suspended sentence for the mercy killing mother. He was almost glad to lose a case – a fraud charge against a company chairman whose lies he didn’t learn about until they were in court – and those that followed but on average he won more than he lost and the newspaper eulogies, and the briefs, continued unabated. Jennifer’s manuscript grew and grew.
‘It’s not perfect but out of ten I’ll score life at the moment at nine,’ said Jennifer.
She made the remark on a Saturday, just the two of them at dinner but in the dining room because they were celebrating the completion of her manuscript. She’d refused to let him read any more than those first seventy-five pages. ‘It’s still rough. Needs polishing.’
‘You’ll have to let it go eventually.’ She’d already revised it once. The writing had consumed her – which was hardly surprising – but he suspected she was having second thoughts about the initial honesty. ‘Any particular problem?’
‘I’ve got two endings,’ she admitted.
‘Two?’
‘One, where Jane finally goes. The other with us. And we’re kind of in limbo, aren’t we?’ They’d become lovers, although still with difficulty, the weekend after the American visit. Now the sex was perfect every time but they still bed-hopped because of Emily’s nocturnal wandering.
Hall recognized an awkward apology. ‘What makes you think I want to marry you anyway?’ he said, trying to lift the seriouness.
Jennifer made the effort to respond. ‘I don’t give a damn about you. I want to marry you. And I’m going to.’
‘Let’s give her more time,’ he said, seriously. ‘She’s coming around, gradually: seeing me as part of the furniture.’
‘I want you to be more than that to her.’
‘I want that, too. But it’s got to be at her pace, not ours. We’ve got all the time in the world, haven’t we?’
She smiled. ‘I hope so.’
‘You know so.’
‘I want to have a party!’ Jennifer announced excitedly, smiling at him eagerly. ‘I’m being baptized in two Sundays’ time. I’ve asked Dawson to do it: Tomkins understands. And I want Julian Mason and Dr Cox and Lloyd, too. Everyone who helped me as much as they did. And Humphrey and Geoffrey as well, I suppose. The house is big enough for everyone. How’s that sound!’ I’ll be keeping my promise, she thought: debt paid. To everyone.
‘Wonderful, if that’s what you want.’
‘You’re not keen?’
‘It’ll be another media bun fight if it leaks out when I ask the police for additional protection.’
‘I don’t see why it should be. And if it does I don’t give a damn about that, either.’
It didn’t leak.
The adhesive paparazzi were alerted by the sudden influx of helicopters and then the emerging convoy of cars but they’d resigned themselves to some media pursuit. At the church, with Dawson’s agreement, Jennifer actually invited three in to photograph the ceremony. Emily wore a new party dress and the laid-back Mason had made a supreme effort by wearing a suit. The pews were filled, all around them, and quite a few people came up to Jennifer afterwards to congratulate her. Some even shook hands.
Emily was allowed to stay up for the start of the dinner and showed off, although not irritatingly so. The only dip was when she asked Dawson to tell God to send her Daddy back but Jennifer refused to be depressed even by that, agreeing when it was time for Emily to go to bed that as it was a special occasion Emily could sleep in her bed. Jennifer only just managed to avoid looking at Jeremy Hall as she did so. When she finally caught his eye Jennifer grinned and he grinned back and she didn’t care if anyone around the table saw the exchange or not. It had given her an idea.
Hall perfectly performed the role of host but it was Jennifer who proposed the toast, with Roederer Crystal for Dawson’s benefit and enjoyment. She acknowledged each of the men around the table by name and reserved calling her recovery a miracle until she got to the urbane priest. Annabelle had been included in the dinner and Jennifer embraced her in the gratitude.