Arthur & George

that.’
    ‘But I am consulting
you
,’ replies Arthur, as if George is shilly-shallying.
    George’s opinion, as far as he can call it one when it feels no more than an instinct, is that the first option would be too provoking, the third too passive, and so on the whole he might be inclined to advise the middle course. Unless, of course … and as he is starting to reconsider, he is aware of Sir Arthur’s impatience. This does, admittedly, make him a little nervous.
    ‘I will make one prediction, George. They will not be straightforward about the Committee’s report.’
    George wonders if Arthur still requires his view of the previous matter. He assumes not. ‘But they must publish it.’
    ‘Oh, they must, and they will. But I know how governments operate, especially when they have been embarrassed or shamed. They will hide it away somehow. They will bury it if they can.’
    ‘How could they do that?’
    ‘Well, for a start they could publish it on a Friday afternoon, when people have left for the weekend. Or during the recess. There are all sorts of tricks.’
    ‘But if it is a good report, it will reflect well upon them.’
    ‘It can’t be a good report,’ says Arthur firmly. ‘Not from their point of view. If they confirm your innocence, as they must, it means that the Home Office has for the past three years knowingly obstructed justice despite all the information laid before it. And in the extremely unlikely – I would say impossible – case of them finding you still guilty – which is the only other option – there will be such an almighty stink that careers will be at stake.’
    ‘Yes, I see.’
    They have now been talking for half an hour or so, and Arthur is puzzled that George has made no reference at all to his Statement of the Case against Royden Sharp. No, more than puzzled; irritated, on the way to being insulted. It half crosses his mind to ask George about that begging letter he was shown at Green Hall. But no, that would be playing Anson’s game for him. Perhaps George just assumes it is up to the host to set the agenda. That must be it.
    ‘So,’ he says. ‘Royden Sharp.’
    ‘Yes,’ replies George. ‘I never knew him, as I said when I wrote to you. It must have been his brother I was at school with when I was little. Though I have no memory of him either.’
    Arthur nods. Come on, man, is what he thinks. I have not just exonerated you, I have produced the criminal bound hand and foot for arrest and trial. Is this not, at the very least, news to you? Against all his temperament, he waits.
    ‘I am surprised,’ George finally says. ‘Why should he wish to harm me?’
    Arthur does not reply. He has already offered his replies. He thinks it is time George did some work on his own behalf.
    ‘I am aware that you consider race prejudice to be a factor in the case, Sir Arthur. But as I have already said, I cannot agree. Sharp and I do not know one another. To dislike someone you have to know them. And then you find the reason for disliking them. And then, perhaps, if you cannot find a satisfactory reason, you blame your dislike on some oddity of theirs, such as the colour of their skin. But as I say, Sharp does not know me. I have been trying to think of some action of mine that he might have taken as a slight or an injury. Perhaps he is related to someone to whom I gave professional advice …’ Arthur does not comment; he thinks that you can only point out the obvious so many times. ‘And I do not understand why he should wish to maim cattle and horses in this way. Or why anyone should. Do you, Sir Arthur?’
    ‘As I said in my Statement,’ replies Arthur, who is getting more dissatisfied by the minute, ‘I suspect that he was strangely affected by the new moon.’
    ‘Possibly,’ replies George. ‘Though not all the cases took place at the same point on the lunar cycle.’
    ‘That is correct. But most did.’
    ‘Yes.’
    ‘So might you not reasonably conclude that those extraneous mutilations were performed in order deliberately to mislead investigators?’
    ‘Yes, you might.’
    ‘Mr Edalji, I do not appear to have convinced you.’
    ‘Forgive me, Sir Arthur, it is not that I am, or wish to seem, in any way, less than immensely grateful to you. It is, perhaps, that I am a solicitor.’
    ‘True.’ Maybe he is being too hard on the fellow. But it is strange: as if he has brought him a bag of gold from the farthest ends of the earth, and received the reply, But