Dead in the Water

everybody else.”
    “What sort of attention did your story get at the Times ?”
    “I don’t know; I modemed it in, and I’ll trust their judgment, but it’s a good story. Where are you off to?”
    “A visit with my co-counsel.”
    “Can I come?”
    “Sorry, this is strictly business.”
    Kramer shrugged. “Well, I’ve got nothing to do but file my story on the ouster of the international press, then it’s vacation until the trial on Monday, since Sir Winston won’t see me.”
    “Lucky you; see you later.”
    They got the car keys and drove out along the coast road to Sir Leslie Hewitt’s cottage. They found him weeding his back garden, and Stone was relieved to see that he recognized them. “Morning, Leslie,” he said.
    “Good morning to you, Stone, and to you, Mrs. Manning.”
    “Please call me Allison,” she replied with a winning smile.
    “I thought we might talk about how to proceed at the trial,” Stone said.
    “Of course we will,” Hewitt said, “but I wonder if I could ask a small favor of you before we begin?”
    “Of course.”
    “I’d like to give you some tea, but I’m out of milk. Would you be kind enough to run down to the grocer, about two miles along the coast road, and fetch me a bottle?”
    “All right, Leslie,” Stone said, and Hewitt insisted on giving him money.
    As he turned to leave, Hewitt offered Allison his arm. “May I show you the garden, my dear?” he asked, smiling sweetly.
    “I’d be very pleased to see it,” she replied, taking his arm. “See you later, Stone.”
    Stone drove to the grocery with ill grace, annoyed at being dispatched on such an errand when they should have been discussing how to save Allison’s life. He was struck by how completely lucid Hewitt was, as compared to their last meeting; the man apparently went in and out of his haze unpredictably. Stone bought the milk and drove back to the cottage, entering through the front door. He went to the kitchen to put the milk in the refrigerator and was surprised to find a full bottle there. Well, he thought, when I’m his age I’ll forget the milk, too. He walked out the back door into the garden and saw Hewitt and Allison deep in conversation on a bench at the bottom of the garden. When they saw him coming, Hewitt had a few more words to say, patted her on the knee, then rose to receive Stone.
    “Come into my study, and we’ll begin,” Hewitt said.
    Stone fell in alongside Allison. “What were you two discussing so seriously?” he asked.
    “Gardening,” she replied.
    “Now,” Hewitt said, taking his usual seat at his desk and waving Stone and Allison to a sofa. “Here’s how it will go on Monday: the judge will select a jury, which should take an hour or so, then the prosecution will make an opening statement, probably a very long and passionate one, if I know Winston Sutherland, and I have since he was a lad. The jury will be very impressed. Then I will make an opening statement, which will be equally passionate, but very much shorter, for which the jury will be grateful, I assure you. That should bring us to lunchtime.
    “After lunch, Winston will present his case, which will almost certainly be confined to reading passages from Mr. Manning’s journal, or outline for his novel, whichever way you would like to characterize it. I would be very surprised if he called any other witnesses.”
    Stone interrupted. “Isn’t he required to submit his evidence and witnesses to the defense?”
    “Oh, no,” Hewitt replied. “Nothing of the sort. Then we will call your writer acquaintance, Mr….”
    “Mr. Forrester, from The New Yorker, ” Stone said.
    “Yes, quite. I should think it would be best if you, Stone, questioned him. I’m sure you already have a complete grasp of what we must get from him.”
    “Yes,” Stone said. “I want to…”
    Hewitt held up a hand. “No need to go into that; I trust your judgment completely.”
    “Thank you very much,” Stone said, “but shouldn’t we go into this in more detail?”
    “Completely unnecessary, I assure you,” Hewitt replied with a big smile. “Then we will put Mrs. Manning on the stand, and I think you should question her as well,” Hewitt said. “No need to go over that with me, but I should think that the two of you might go through it once or twice.”
    “You may be sure we will,” Stone said. Jesus, he thought to himself, is this the man’s idea of preparation?
    “Then there will be cross-examination and