“I want to get it over with!” said Janet, too loudly.
The concern filled Zarpas’s face at Janet’s unsteady reactions and he thought how fortunate it was that she was not being called today. She’d be all right when the shock wore off: that was all it was, understandable shock. He said: “Let’s get on inside.”
The courtroom was comparatively small and it was already crowded, expectant. Zarpas led her to a reserved area deep in the well of the court and sat her down. At once Janet looked around for Baxeter, worried when at first she couldn’t see him. And then she did, inconspicuous at the side away from the main press bench. He smiled, faintly, and gave a head movement she could not fully understand but which she inferred to mean that he had heard about the death. Quite near to Baxeter she located Partington. When he realized she’d seen him the diplomat nodded too, without any facial expression. Janet looked away, not responding.
The clerk demanded that the court stand, for the entry of the magistrates, and Janet dully took her lead from what people did around her. There was a shuffle of interest when the Fettal brothers were called into the dock. Janet forced herself to look, aware that the attention of almost everyone in the court was upon her as she did so, and she made a determined effort to show no emotion.
The one who had acted as captain wore the same suit and tie as he had in the Dkehelia road cafe but his hair had been slicked back in an attempt at neatness. The other wore no jacket and hobbled with difficulty into the dock. Neither man looked at her.
The charge, that they had jointly attempted fraudulently to covert a money draft in the sum of?10,000 by purporting that they had the right to such monies, was formally delivered and at once the prosecuting solicitor asked for a remand in custody to enable the prosecution to prepare its case.
Then the defense was formally invited to respond.
The Fettals’ solicitor was a fat, confident man who appeared to enjoy the theatrics of a court of law. He smiled indulgently around the room and made much of arranging before him his already perfectly arranged papers.
“Your worships,” he began, still bent over his files. “My clients utterly refute this accusation and I intend to prove absolutely their innocence, although unfortunately someone associated with them who would have been called to prove that innocence has, regrettably, died this very day…” The man paused, as if a moment’s respectful silence were necessary, and then continued: “My clients have no knowledge whatsoever of the original acquisition of the bearer letter of credit in the name of Mrs. Janet Stone…” The man turned and looked fully at Janet. There was no self-satisfied smile now. “They have never met Mrs. Stone nor traveled with Mrs. Stone on any vessel plying out of this island, to the coast of Lebanon…”
There was a bustle of surprised reaction around the room. Zarpas was sitting just two rows away and in front of her and Janet saw him lean towards the prosecuting solicitor and then pull back, nodding in apparent anticipation.
“… My clients shared with a cousin of theirs, Mustafa Fettal, the use of a sailing boat, a general-purpose craft in which they pursued various activities, sometimes fishing, sometimes coastal trading,” resumed the lawyer. He was now looking intently at the magistrates, wanting them fully to take the point he was about to make. “But the three of them did not constitute a permanent crew. Sometimes all three of them sailed it, sometimes only two…” A further pause identified the moment. “And sometimes, your worships, it sailed with one man! I repeat, with just one man! The day before that stipulated in the charge before you, Mustafa Fettal informed his relations, the two accused now in the dock, that upon that evening he wished to use the boat alone. One of my clients could not have sailed that night anyway: he had suffered a grievous wound to the foot, an injury involving a broken bottle, and was quite incapacitated. Neither saw anything unusual in their cousin’s request; it was an arrangement each had known and used many times in the past. They of course agreed. It was then that Mustafa Fettal produced the document which is the subject of the charge before you today. He asked these two to go to a bank to negotiate the order for him and arranged that they should meet the following day for him to receive the money…”
Janet was conscious of more attention upon herself and knew her face was blazing with indignation at what was being said. The court couldn’t accept it! she thought. They just couldn’t!
“… It is surely an indication of their innocence… their unawareness of what they were being asked to do… that they quite openly entered a branch of a local bank in Larnaca and offered the document not realizing it had to be endorsed by the person in whose name it was issued before any monies could be handed over!” said the man. “Surely, sirs, this is the innocent action of ordinary men, not the conniving behavior of villains intent to defraud!”
Ahead of Janet there was another muffled consultation going on between Zarpas and the prosecutor and more head nodding.
The lawyer concluded: “This, sirs, is the basis of the defense I shall be calling-a defense I am confident will result in their immediate acquittal without any reference to a higher court-and in the circumstances I confidently apply to you today for them to be permitted bail, to enable them to continue about their lawful duties.”
The prosecutor was on his feet before the other lawyer was fully seated. The bail objection was very forcefully put. It was pointed out that the two had access to a boat, and Zarpas was formally sworn to give evidence that the police had serious doubts of either appearing at another hearing if they were allowed out of custody. The magistrates did not need to retire to reject the bail application.
When the Fettals were taken down from the dock and the magistrates retired, Janet remained where she had been seated, unsure what to do. In the brief moments of hesitation Zarpas reached her and said: “Let’s go back to that office and talk again.”
The policeman shielded her against the crush of question-shouting reporters in the outside corridor. Once inside the office Janet wheeled upon the man and said: “That was preposterous! Absolutely preposterous!”
“Of course it was preposterous,” Zarpas agreed, mildly. “With the man dead they’re able to change their story: say they knew nothing about your being taken to the Lebanon as a whore.”
“It makes nonsense of everything that really took place!” said Janet, still outraged.
“That’s what the defense tries to do in the majority of cases,” Zarpas said. Deciding she was sufficiently recovered, he said: “But it tells us one thing. You’re going to be in for some pretty tough cross-examination. You’ll have to be ready for it.”
“But there’s proof!” insisted Janet, trying for some reality against the exasperation that burned through her. “The Arab engineer, Haseeb, at Larnaca marina! And the cafe owners on the Dhekelia road.” She groped for the recollection and said, excitedly: “We were served by a young boy: obviously the son of the owner.”
Zarpas moved his head sadly from side to side. “You told us all that in your statement. We haven’t been able to find anyone named Haseeb working around Larnaca marina… or anyone who knows him by that name. No one at the Dhekelia road cafe remembers anything.”
“I don’t believe it!” said Janet, aghast.
“There’s no one reason,” shrugged Zarpas, resigned. “There’s family loyalties… race loyalties. There’s people with things themselves to hide who don’t want to get involved… just not wanting to get involved is enough, more often than not.”
“I really am going to be made to look the complete fool, aren’t I?” Janet said, crushed by the recollection of why she had been entrapped into the situation in the first place.
“No,” Zarpas said. “You did silly things… unthinking, ill-considered silly things. But everyone can understand and feel sympathy with why you did them: what you hoped to achieve. Complete fools behave without any logic or reason. So you’re not a complete fool. Just a determined lady who made mistakes.”