"Profitable to the extent of an additional twelve million dollars?"
"Yes."
"But instead, she has asserted that he died as the result of a heart attack, has she not?" Sir Winston was up. "Objection; no testimony to that effect thus far."
"Sustained," the judge said.
"Let me put it this way, Mr.Stendahl. In your experience as an insurance investigator, would a person who had decided to murder an insured do so under conditions of maximum profitability?" "Yes."
"Not under conditions which would pay only half the available money?"
"No."
"Then, as an experienced investigator, when determining the facts of this case, would you say that Mrs.Manning is more likely or less likely to have murdered her husband?"
Stendahl sighed. "Less likely."
"One final question, Mr.Stendahl," Stone said. "As a witness in this trial, you are not entirely objective, are you?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"What I mean is, you have an ax to grind in this case, do you not?"
"I don't know what you mean." But he looked as though he knew exactly what was meant.
"Mr.Stendahl, can a person murder another, then collect on his life insurance?"
"No. A murderer is not legally entitled to benefit from his crime."
"So if Mrs.Manning should be convicted in this court, what would be the next action of you and your Company?"
The ax fell on Stendahl. "Ah, we would of course endeavor to recover the money already paid."
"So, you and your company have a twelve-million-dollar ax to grind, do you not?"
"I, ah, see your point," Stendahl said softly.
"I'll take that as a yes. Thank you, Mr.Stendahl; no further questions." Stone sat down and gripped the edge of the table so that his hands would not be seen to tremble. Now the playing field was better than even; it was tilting his way.
Sir Winston dialed no redirect. He was not looking happy. He called his next witness. "The prosecution calls Captain Harold Bean, of the St. Marks Constabulary." A well-starched officer took the stand and the oath.
Now, Stone thought, we find out what, besides the diary, the police might have found on the Expansive.
CHAPTER 52
Sir Winston shuffled some notes, then addressed his witness. "Captain Beane, in the pursuit of your duties did you have occasion to visit the yacht Expansive at the marina in English Harbour?" "I did."
"For what reason?"
"I received a call from the customs officer at English Harbour saying that a death had occurred on a yacht which had just sailed into the harbour."
"What did you find when you arrived at the marina?"
"I found Mrs.Allison Manning alone on the yacht. She told me that her husband had died aboard while they were en route from the Canary Islands to St.Marks."
"Did she mention a cause of death?"
"She said he had died of natural causes; she strongly suspected a heart attack."
"Did you later have occasion to search the yacht?"
"I did, after the preliminary questioning of Mrs.Manning."
"Did you find any evidence aboard the yacht to support Mrs.Manning's contention that her husband had of natural causes?"
"No, I did not."
"Did you find any evidence aboard the yacht to sugthat Mr.Manning might not have died of natural
"I did."
Sir Winston held up the leather-bound diary for the to jury see, then handed it to the officer. "Did you find book?"
"I did."
"After comparing it with other documents aboard the yacht, did you find the book to be in the handwriting of Paul Manning?"
"I did. Mrs.Manning confirmed that."
"In what form is the book written?"
"In the form of a diary."
"A diary written in the hand of the murder victim?"
Stone was on his feet. "Objection; no evidence has been offered to indicate that a murder took place."
Sir Winston turned on him. "The man is dead, isn't he?"
The judge intervened. "I am sorry, Sir Winston, but Mr.Barrington is right. The objection is sustained."
Sir Winston nodded, then turned back to his witness. "A diary written in the hand of the deceased?"
"Yes."
"Captain, would you turn to page three and read the passage marked, please?"
The officer found the page. "'They had been on the boat together for months now, and she had been the perfect bitch. She had always had a temper, but now she frightened him with the intensity of her anger.'" He looked up from the book.
"Now please turn to page seven and read the marked text."
The officer found the passage. "'They argued one day as she was making lunch. She had a chef's knife in her hand, and for a moment, he thought she might use it on him. He slept badly that night, waking often, expecting to feel the blade in his back.'"
"Thank you, Captain," Sir Winston said, taking back the book. "Your Lordship, we wish the diary to be recorded as Exhibit Number One for the prosecution. Now, did you find on the yacht any weapon that might be used to commit a murder?"
"There were no firearms, except a flare gun which had never been fired," the officer replied, "but there were many knives aboard-several in the galley and two on deck in scabbards, secured to parts of the yacht."
"Was any of these knives of sufficient size and strength to be used to kill a man?"
"They were, all of them."
Sir Winston paused dramatically and looked at the jury as he asked his next question. "And did you find any other weapon?"
"Yes, I did."
Sir Winston reached into his briefcase, brought out an object, and held it up for the jury to see. Without taking his eyes from the jury, he addressed his witness. "Did you find this item?"
"I did," the officer replied.
Sir Winston handed it to the bailiff, who handed it the witness. "And what did you determine this object be?"
"It is a spear meant to be fired at fish by a gun operated by compressed air."
"Could this spear be fired out of the water?"
"Indeed it could."
"With sufficient force to penetrate and kill a man?"
"Yes, indeed. I believe it would be effective from a ance of as much as twenty feet."
"Is any particular strength or skill required to load a spear gun?"
"No."
"Could a woman do it?"
"A child could do it."
Sir Winston produced a spear gun from his briefcase. "Would you demonstrate the weapon for the court?"
"I would be glad to."
Sir Winston turned to the judge. "May the witness leave the box for the purpose of a demonstration, Your Lordship?"
"He may," the judge replied.
The captain stepped down from the box, and another officer entered with a sheet of plywood, leaning against a wall. The captain loaded the spear gun, aimed it at the plywood, and fired. The spear buried itself solidly into the wood with a loud thunk. There was a stirring in the jury box as the members imagined the entering Paul Manning's body.
"The defense wishes the spear recorded as Exhibit Number Two for the prosecution," Sir Winston said. "I have no further questions for the witness at this time."
"Mr.Barrington?" the judge said.
Stone rose. He wanted to address the spear first. "Thank you, Your Lordship. Captain Beane, have you had occasion to go aboard other yachts at English Harbour?"
"On many occasions," the officer replied.
"Did any of them have knives aboard?"
"Oh, yes."
"Did all of them have knives aboard?"
"I suppose so."
"Did any of them have spear guns aboard?"
"Yes, I suppose so."
"So knives and spear guns are quite common, if not universal equipment aboard yachts, are they not?"
"Yes, they are."
"Did you find any specific evidence that the spear or any of the knives aboard the yacht Expansive was used in the commission of a murder?"
"Well, no."
"No blood on the spear or any of the knives?"
"No."