easier with delay. "The Phillips case still troubles me," he admitted. He saw Ballinger's face tighten, so slightly that it could have been a trick of the light, except that he had not moved. "The questioning of police motives was fair, in principle. In fact, it is a tactic one has to consider in any case."
"You conducted the case brilliantly," Ballinger said. "And there is nothing even remotely questionable about it. I don't understand what it is that could disturb you now." The moment he spoke, he realized his mistake. It allowed Rathbone the opening he would otherwise have had to create.
Rathbone smiled very slightly. "I was naturally very careful not to ask Phillips directly if he was guilty. I behaved as if he were not, as I was obliged to, but I find myself more and more convinced that in fact he did murder that child..." He saw Ballinger wince, and ignored it. "And probably others as well. I know that the River Police are still investigating him, in the hope of building a different case, and I have no doubt at all that they will be a great deal more careful the second time."
Ballinger shifted very slightly in his chair.
"If they do bring another case," Rathbone continued, "is your client going to wish you to deal with it again? Or, if I may put it more plainly, is this debt of honor now satisfied, or does it stretch to defending Jericho Phillips indefinitely, whatever the charge?"
Ballinger flushed a painful color, and Rathbone felt guilty for having placed him in such a situation. It was going to make friendship between them impossible. He had already crossed a boundary that could not be forgotten. This man was his wife's father; the price was high.
"If you cannot answer for him, which would be perfectly understandable, perhaps proper," he continued, "then may I speak to him myself?" It was what he had wanted from the outset. The anonymity of the man who would pay to defend Phillips had always troubled him. Now, with so much darker a picture emerging of Phillips's trade, it disturbed him even more. "Who is he?"
"I am afraid I cannot tell you," Ballinger replied. There was no wavering in him, not an instant of uncertainty. "The matter is one of complete confidentiality, and, to be professional, I cannot tell you. Certainly I shall convey to him your concern. However, I think it may be premature. The River Police have not arrested Phillips or laid any new charge. Naturally they are distressed at the failure of their case, and at the ensuing suggestion that the late Commander Durban was of questionable competence, even of conduct not always becoming to his office." He moved his hands in a slight gesture of regret. "It is most unfortunate for their reputation that their new man, Monk, seems to be cut from the same cloth. But we cannot alter the law to suit the weaknesses of those who administer it. I am sure you would be among the first to agree."
He smiled very slightly; the warmth was on his lips but not in his eyes. "Your own words in defense of the law still ring in my mind. It must be for all, or it is eventually for no one. If we build either reward or punishment on our own likes, loyalties, or even sense of outrage, then justice is immediately eroded." He shook his head, his gaze direct, candid. "The time will come when we ourselves are disliked or misunderstood, or strangers, different from our judges in race or class or creed, and if their sense of justice depends upon their passion rather than their morality, who is to speak for us then, or defend our right to the truth?" He leaned forward. "That is more or less what you said to me, Oliver, here in this room, when we spoke of this very subject earlier. I have never admired any man's honor more than I did yours, and still do."
Rathbone had no answer. His emotions were intensely troubled, and his mind was utterly wrong-footed, off balance as a runner who is tripped, and suddenly finds his own speed his enemy. It flashed into his mind to wonder if the person who had paid to have Phillips defended not only wanted it, but far more than that, needed it. Was he one of Phillips's clients, who could not afford to have him found guilty? Who, exactly, did Phillips cater to? Considering Rathbone's