He smiled at the chief counsel for the prosecution, Sir Jasper Bentinck, and made a slight bow to the judge, Mr Justice Black. The court was full, with the members of the public crammed into their seats and looking forward to the show. It was not every day after all that you could see a senior member of one of London’s leading wine merchants on trial for the murder of his brother. Pugh turned from his table to whisper something to his junior, an industrious young man recently arrived in the Pugh chambers by the name of Napier. Inwardly, Pugh felt more unhappy about this case than he had about any of his previous outings as principal counsel for the defence. He had little fresh evidence and what he had did not inspire him. He was going to have to proceed through a policy of innuendo and suggestion which was alien to his nature. He was going to have to make his appeal to the Doubting Thomas side of the jury rather than the Sir Lancelot. His principal collaborator in this trial, Lord Francis Powerscourt, had vanished into the hills and vineyards of Burgundy and had not returned.
