"Will he question witnesses?" the judge asked.

Stone spoke up before Sir Leslie could. "Yes, Your Lordship."

"Mr.Barrington, have you had the experience of defending in a murder trial?"

"I have, Your Lordship, on four occasions."

"And how did you do?" the judge asked impishly.

"They were all innocent, Your Lordship," Stone replied with mock seriousness, "but only three were acquitted."

The judge smiled. "Three out of four acquitted, eh? But then, you have such a lenient judicial system, don't you?"

"On the contrary, Your Lordship, in a lenient system all four would have been acquitted."

The judge laughed. "Very well, Mr. Barrington, you are admitted to the St.Marks bar for the duration of this trial." He turned to the reporter. "Write down that the defense will be represented by Sir Leslie Hewitt and Mr.Stone Barrington."

Sir Leslie leaned over and whispered out of the corner of his mouth,"Put on the wig."

"What?" Stone whispered back.

"Put on the bloody wig!"

Stone put the wig on and stood there, feeling extremely foolish.

The judge smiled broadly. "Very becoming, Mr.Barrington. I'm sure you will do the St.Marks bar proud. You may be seated."

Stone sat down, but Sir Leslie remained standing. "Your Lordship," he said,"the defense requests bail for the defendant to extend through the trial."

"Well," the judge replied, "in a capital case, the bail would have to be substantial. Is the defendant possessed of a substantial sum of cash?"

"Your Lordship, the defendant owns a large yacht moored in English Harbour, which I am assured is valued at in excess of one and one-half million dollars in U.S. currency. I request that the yacht secure her bail, and that she be allowed to live aboard the vessel until these proceedings are concluded."

The judge turned to the prosecution. "Sir Winston?"

"I have no objection, Your Lordship, as long as the defendant has a clear understanding of the terms of her bail."

"Quite right, Sir Winston," the judge replied. He turned to Allison, sitting in the dock. "Mrs.Manning, in St.Marks, bail is more than security, it is a sacred obligation. In order for me to grant bail, you must agree not to leave this island, and you should know that if you should do so, you would not only forfeit bail-in this case, your yacht-but under St.Marks law your departure would be tantamount to a plea of guilty to the charge, and you would stand convicted of murder."

Holy shit, Stone thought.

"Do you understand the terms of your bail?"

Allison stood. "I do, Your Lordship."

"Very well, bail is granted, and the yacht will be secured to the dock." He looked down at his calendar. "Trial is set for Monday next, at 10:00 A.M."

Stone's jaw dropped. "Your Lordship," he managed to say, "that gives us only six days to prepare for trial."

"Quite right, Mr.Barrington," the judge replied. "Any problem with that?"

Sir Leslie spoke up. "The defense is satisfied with the trial date, Your Lordship," he said.

"But we have to get a barrister in here from London to conduct the defense," Stone said. "If it pleases the Court."

"Mr.Barrington," the judge said, as if speaking to a backward child, "it is already in the record that the defense will be conducted by Sir Leslie, with your assistance. The record cannot be changed." He stood.

"All rise," the bailiff called out. The judge turned and left the courtroom. Stone turned to Sir Leslie. "Leslie, what the hell is he talking about?"

"What?" Sir Leslie replied, packing his wig into his case and removing Stone's.

"I thought you understood that we have a barrister coming from London."

"What?" Sir Leslie asked.

"Leslie, you cannot conduct this trial; you said so yourself."

Sir Leslie turned on him. "To whom do you think you are speaking, sir? I have conducted the defense at five hundred and eighty-three trials in this court! This one will be five hundred and eighty-four! I will discuss my fee with you later." He wheeled and walked out of the courtroom, carrying his robe and his wig.

Stone turned and looked for the first time at Thomas Hardy in the front row. Thomas sat with his head in his hands, making a moaning sound.

Allison came down from the dock. "All ready to go?" she asked cheerfully.

Thomas drove while Stone sat beside him and Allison took the backseat. For all of Stone's life, extreme worry had caused him to become sleepy, and right now he was having a very hard time staying awake.

"God, but I'm glad to be out of that place," Allison said.

"Were you treated all right?" Thomas asked.

"Well, yes, and contrary to what I've heard about jail, the food was pretty good. I had a cell to myself, and except for the open toilet, it wasn't bad."

"I'm glad to hear it," Thomas replied.

"I had some absolutely fascinating conversations with the woman in the next cell, too; she was in for shoplifting, and it wasn't her first time, so she knew the drill. Stone, I can't thank you enough for getting me out of there."

Stone stirred from his lassitude. "Don't mention it," he said.

They pulled up at the restaurant, and Stone and Allison got out so that Thomas could park the car. An American-looking man was seated at the bar, drinking what looked like a gin and tonic; his suit and briefcase made him look out of place, made him look like an insurance salesman. He seemed to recognize Allison and approached her, handing her a card. "Mrs.Manning, I wonder if I could speak with you for a few minutes."

Stone turned to Allison. "If you don't need me for a moment, I have some phone calls to make."

"Go right ahead," she said to him, then turned to the other man. "Of course," she said,"let's take a table."

Stone went up to his new room over the bar, threw his newly acquired barrister's robe at the wall, and called Bill Eggers.

"Yes, Stone, are we a go for the London man?"

"I'm afraid not, Bill; it seems I've wasted his time and yours."

"Why? What happened?"

"Bill, I hardly know where to begin: I have this perfectly innocent woman for a client who it seems is being railroaded by the judicial system in this godforsaken island country, and unless I can think of something fast they're going to hang her."

"Hang her?"

"I'm afraid so." Stone explained the chain of events thus far.

"That's the craziest thing I've ever heard," Eggers said when Stone had finished.

"I wish I were hearing about it instead of living it," Stone said.

"And your barrister is gaga?"

"At least some of the time; he appeared to be perfectly normal in court, except that he seemed to forget that we were bringing in the London man."

"Well, at least he knows the score down there; that's worth something."

"I hope you're right, but it's Tuesday, and I'm going to have to be prepared to try this case next Monday morning."

"Is there anything else I can do to help?"

"Not right now; believe me, I'll call in a hurry if there is."

"I'm here if you need me," Eggers said, then hung up.

Stone made another call, to Bob Cantor, a retired cop who had been helpful on a previous Case.

"Hello?"

"Bob, it's Stone Barrington."

"Hi, Stone; aren't you supposed to be on vacation?"

"I'd rather not talk about that; I'm in big trouble on a case, and I want you to do some things for me. Can you clear the decks for the next week?"

"Sure; I'm not all that busy."

"Good. The first thing I want you to do is to get on a plane for the Canary Islands."

"Where the hell is that?"

"It's a Spanish possession a few hundred miles out in the Atlantic, off North Africa."

"Back up here, Stone; tell me what's going on."