"Has anyone any questions for this officer," said the coroner, raising his head from his notebook.
"Yes, sir," said a tall gentleman in a pin-striped suit, standing up.
The coroner nodded at him, clearly in recognition.
"Officer," the tall man said, turning to the policeman in the witness box. "In your opinion, would this life have been saved if a crash barrier had been fitted at the point where the car went off the road into the water?"
"Most probably, yes," said the policeman.
"And would you agree with me," the pin-striped suit went on, "in your capacity as a senior police accident investigator, that the failure of the Oxfordshire County Council to erect a crash barrier at that known accident black spot was tantamount to negligence on their behalf, negligence that resulted in the death of Roderick Ward?"
"Objection," said another suit, also standing up. "Counsel is leading the witness."
"Thank you, Mr. Sims," said the coroner. "I know the procedures of this court." He turned towards the first suit."Now, Mr. Hoogland, I agreed that you could ask questions of the witnesses in this case, but you know as well as I do that the purpose of this court is to determine the circumstances of death and not to apportion blame."
"Yes, sir," replied Mr. Hoogland, "but it can be within the remit of this court to determine if there has been some failure in the system. It is my client's position that a systematic failure by the county council to address the safety of the public at this point on the highway network has contributed to the death of Mr. Ward."
"Thank you, Mr. Hoogland. I am also well aware of the remits and responsibilities of this court." The coroner was clearly not amused at being lectured in his own courtroom. "However, your question of the officer was whether, in his opinion, there had been negligence in the matter of this death. This question is not answerable by this court, and would be better asked in any civil case that may be brought in a county court." He turned to the witness. "I uphold Mr. Sims's objection. Officer, you need not answer Mr. Hoogland's question."
The policeman looked relieved.
"Are there any further questions of this witness?"
There was no fresh movement from Mr. Hoogland other than to sit down. He had made his point.
However, I now wanted to stand up and ask the officer if, in his opinion as a senior police accident investigator, the circumstances of this death could have been staged such that it only appeared that the deceased had fallen asleep, hit the bridge and ended up in the river, when, in fact, he had been murdered?
But of course I didn't. Instead, I sat quietly in the public gallery in frustration, wondering why I was suddenly becoming obsessed with the idea that Roderick Ward had been murdered. What evidence did I have? None. And indeed, was the deceased actually Roderick Ward in the first place?
"Thank you, officer," said the coroner. "You may step down, but please remain within the vicinity of the court in case you are needed again."
The policeman left the witness box and was replaced by a balding, white-haired man with half-moon spectacles and wearing a tweed suit. He stated his name as Dr. Geoffrey Vegas, resident pathologist at the John Radcliffe Hospital in Oxford.
"Now, Dr. Vegas," said the coroner, "can you please tell the court what knowledge you have concerning the deceased, Mr. Roderick Ward?"
"Certainly," replied the doctor, removing some papers from the inside pocket of his jacket. "On the morning of July thirteenth I was asked to attend the scene of an RTA-a road traffic accident-near Newbridge, where a body had been discovered in a submerged vehicle. When I arrived at the scene the body was still in the car, but the car had been lifted from the river and was on the road. I examined the body in situ and confirmed that it was of a male adult and that life was extinct. I gave instructions that the body be removed to my laboratory at the John Radcliffe."
"Did you notice any external injuries?" asked the coroner.
"Not at that time," replied the doctor. "The surface of the skin had suffered from immersion in the water, and the extremities and the face were somewhat bloated. The cramped conditions in the car did not lend themselves to more than a limited examination."
And I bet they weren't very pleasant conditions, either. I'd once had to deal with some dead Taliban whose bodies had been submerged in water, and it was not a task I chose to dwell on.
"And did you perform a postmortem examination at the hospital?"
"Yes," replied Dr. Vegas. "I completed a standard autopsy examination of the deceased that afternoon in my laboratory. My full report has been laid before the court. I concluded that death was due to asphyxia, that's suffocation, resulting in cerebral hypoxia and then cardiac arrest. The asphyxia appeared to be due to prolonged immersion in water. Put simply, he drowned."
"Are you certain of that?" the coroner asked.
"As certain as any pathologist could be. There was water present in the lungs, and in the stomach, both of which indicate that the deceased was alive when he entered the water."
"Are there any other findings that you would like to bring specifically to the court's attention?" asked the coroner, who, I thought, must have surely read the pathologist's full report prior to the hearing.
"A blood test indicated that the deceased had been more than three times over the legal alcohol limit for driving a vehicle on the public highway." He said it in a manner that clearly indicated that the accident, and the death, had been the deceased's own fault, and nothing else mattered.
"Thank you, doctor," said the coroner. "Does anyone else have any questions for this witness?"
I wanted to jump up and ask him if he had carried out a DNA test to be certain that the body was actually that of Roderick Ward. The police must have had his DNA on record after his arrest for throwing the brick in Hungerford. And I also wanted to ask the doctor why he was so certain that the deceased had died in the way he had described. Had he done a test to confirm that the water in the lungs had actually come from the river? Could the man not have been forced to drink heavily, then been drowned elsewhere and just tipped into the river in his car when he was already dead? Could the pathologist be certain it wasn't murder? Had he, in fact, even considered murder as an option?
But of course, again I didn't. Once more I remained sitting silently in the public gallery, wondering if I was looking for something sinister in this death that didn't actually exist. Something that might begin to lead me to a resolution of my mother's problems.
Mr. Hoogland, however, did stand up again to ask some questions of the doctor, but even he would have had to admit that in the light of the blood-alcohol evidence, he was on a hiding to nothing.
"Dr. Vegas," he began anyway, "can you tell the court if, in your opinion, Mr. Ward would be alive today if a crash barrier had been installed at that location, preventing his vehicle from entering the water? Were there, for example, any injuries you found that he had sustained in the accident that would, by themselves, have proved fatal without his drowning?"
"I can state that there were no injuries that Mr. Ward had suffered in the collision which would normally have resulted in loss of life," the doctor replied. "In fact, there were almost no injuries of note, just a minor contusion to the right side of the head that would be consistent with it banging against the driver's-door window during the collision with the bridge." He turned to the coroner. "This may have been sufficient to render the deceased briefly unconscious or unaware, especially in his inebriated condition, but it would have been insufficient, on its own, to cause death. On examination of the deceased's brain, I found no evidence of injury as a result of the collision."
It was obviously not the specific unequivocal answer that Mr. Hoogland had been hoping for. He tried again. "So let me get this clear, Dr. Vegas. Are you saying that Mr. Ward would now be alive if a safety barrier had been present at the spot?"