It did, however, include the drama of a faltering start and a breathtaking conclusion. The most senior permanent judge at the Central Criminal Court, with the title of Recorder of London, was presiding in the new show-piece courtroom in which the public gallery had been extended to more than thre...
The final act, he thought; he could feel his mood changing for the better. “How long do you reckon?” he said, checking his watch. It was 1.20 pm. “An hour, top-side, I’d say; two-fifteen latest. Unless Harding wants to pop over and tuck everybody in...