all of us, as much as it protects the strong, the beautiful, and the good. If you do not, then it becomes no protection at all, simply the instrument of our power and our prejudice. Gentlemen, I leave the judgment to rest not with your pity or your outrage, but with your honor to the sacred principle of justice, by which one day we will all be judged."
He sat down in total silence. Not another person moved even to rustle in their seats.
After a moment, in a hushed voice, Lord Justice Sullivan invited the jury to retire to consider its verdict.
They came back within the hour, looking at no one. They were unhappy, but they were resolute.
Sullivan asked their foreman to speak for them.
"Not guilty," he said in a low, clear voice.
Chapter Four
Sitting in the courtroom Monk was stunned. Beside him Hester was rigid. He could feel it as if he were touching her, although actually there were several inches between them. Then he heard her move and knew she had turned to look at him. What could he say to her? He had been so certain of the verdict that he had not even suggested that the prosecution charge Phillips with the attempted murder of the ferryman. Now, as if he had dissolved into the air, Phillips had escaped.
They walked out of the courtroom and through the crowds in silence, then instead of looking for a bus, as if by unspoken agreement, they went along Ludgate Hill and left down to Blackfriars Bridge. The river was bright in the low, late-afternoon sun. Pleasure boats had bright flags up and streamers rippling in the wind. The sound of a barrel organ drifted from the bank, somewhere just out of sight.
They were less than a mile upstream from the Southwark Bridge. They walked over slowly, watching the bright wake of boats below them, and caught a bus on the farther bank. They sat still without speaking until they alighted a quarter of a mile from Paradise Place, and walked uphill, a longer way around than they needed, for the pleasure of the air.
The park was quiet, a faint breeze moving the leaves, like someone breathing softly in their sleep.
Half a dozen times, Monk had wanted to speak, but each time the words he had been going to say seemed clumsy, like an attempt at self-justification. What did she think of him? Rathbone had called him as a witness. He must have counted on Monk saying and doing exactly what he had.
"Did he know I was going to do that?" he said at last as they passed under one of the towering trees, the shade deep beneath the boughs. "Am I so predictable, or did he manipulate me into it?"
She thought before she answered. "Both, I think," she said finally. "That's his skill, to ask the question in such a way that you can really give only one answer. He painted a picture of Durban as overemotional, and then asked if you cared just as much. You could hardly say that you didn't." She was frowning. "I understand the principle that the law must be based on evidence, not love or hate. That's hard, but it's true. You can't condemn him because you don't like him. But I don't understand why he chose this case to demonstrate it. I could have sworn that he would find Phillips as repulsive as the rest of us do. It seems..." she searched for the right word. "Perverse."
It solidified Monk's thoughts. "Yes, it does. And that is not the man he used to be... is it?"
They crossed the road and walked side by side up towards Paradise Place.
"No," she said at last as they reached their own door and he took out the key to let them in. It smelled closed up in the warmth of the day, but the faint aroma of lavender and beeswax was pleasing, as was the cleanness of freshly laundered linen hanging on the airing rail in the kitchen. There was a maid who came twice a week for the heavy work, and she had obviously been there today.
"Do you think he's changed as much as it seems?" Hester stopped and turned to face him.
He did not know how to answer. He realized only now how much he had liked Rathbone, in spite of the difference between them. If Rathbone no longer held the beliefs he used to, then Monk had also lost something. "I don't know," he said honestly.
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