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three times before he spoke.
‘Mr Siddons,’ he said finally.
The Barrington family solicitor rose nervously from his place.
‘Can you tell me the date and the precise time that Lady Barrington died?’
Siddons shuffled through some papers before he found the document he was looking for. He looked up at the judge and said, ‘I can confirm, sir, that the death certificate was signed at ten
twenty-six p.m. on Thursday the twenty-sixth of July, 1951.’
‘I am obliged, Mr Siddons. I shall now retire to my chambers to consider the significance of this piece of evidence. The court will adjourn for half an hour.’
‘It didn’t look like a letter to me,’ said Emma as their little group, heads down, gathered in a huddle. ‘More like an official document. Did she sign
anything else that day, Mr Siddons?’
Siddons shook his head. ‘Not in my presence she didn’t. Any ideas, Mr Todd?’
‘It was very thin. It might have been a newspaper cutting, but at that distance I couldn’t be sure.’
‘Why ever did you allow the judge to open the letter, Giles?’ Virginia hissed from the other side of the courtroom.
‘Given the circumstances, Lady Virginia, your husband had little choice,’ said Sir Cuthbert. ‘Although I believe we had the case wrapped up until that last-minute
intervention.’
‘What can the judge be doing?’ asked Emma, unable to mask how nervous she was.
Harry took his wife’s hand. ‘It won’t be long now, darling.’
‘If the judgment goes against us,’ said Virginia, ‘can we still claim that whatever was in the envelope is inadmissible?’
‘I can’t answer that question,’ said Sir Cuthbert, ‘until I’ve had a chance to study it. The contents might well prove that your husband was correct in suggesting
that his mother was in no fit state to sign an important legal document during the final hours of her life, in which case it will be the other side who will have to decide whether or not to
appeal.’
Both parties were still heads down, whispering in their respective corners, like boxers waiting for the bell to release them for the final round, when the door behind the judge’s chair
opened and the referee reappeared.
Everyone in court stood and bowed before Mr Justice Cameron resumed his place in the high-backed chair. He stared down at a dozen expectant faces.
‘I have now had the opportunity to study the contents of the envelope.’ Everyone’s eyes remained fixed on him. ‘I was fascinated to discover that Lady Barrington and I
share a hobby, although I confess she was a far more accomplished exponent than I am, because on Thursday the twenty-sixth of July, she completed
The Times
crossword puzzle, leaving only
one clue blank, which I have no doubt she did in order to prove her point. The reason I found it necessary to leave you was that I needed to visit the library in order to get hold of a copy of
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for the following day, Friday July the twenty-seventh – the day after Lady Barrington died. I wanted to check if she had made any mistakes in the previous day’s
crossword puzzle, which she hadn’t, and to confirm the answer to the one clue she’d left blank. Having done so, I am in no doubt that Lady Barrington was not only capable of signing a
will, but was well aware of the significance of its contents. I am therefore ready to pass judgment in this case.’
Sir Cuthbert was quickly on his feet. ‘M’lud, I am curious to know, what was the missing clue that helped you reach your judgment?’
Mr Justice Cameron looked down at the crossword puzzle. Twelve across, six and six,
common pests I confused when in my right mind.’
Sir Cuthbert bowed, and a smile crossed Harry’s face.
‘I therefore find in the case of Barrington versus Clifton and Barrington, in favour of Mrs Harold Clifton and Miss Grace Barrington.’
‘We must appeal,’ said Virginia, as Sir Cuthbert and Mr Todd bowed low.
‘I shall not be appealing,’ said Giles. ‘Even my Latin is up to that.’
‘You were pathetic,’ said Virginia as she stormed out of the courtroom.
‘But Harry is my oldest friend,’ Giles said, chasing after her.
‘And I’m your wife, just in case you’ve forgotten.’ Virginia pushed her way through the swing doors and hurried out on to the Strand.
‘But what else could I have done, given the circumstances?’ he asked once he’d caught up with her.
‘You could have fought tooth and nail for what was rightly ours, as
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