Fletcher was the first member of the defence team to appear on the courthouse steps, and he made it clear to the waiting press that he would not be making a statement or answering any questions until the verdict had been delivered. Nat arrived a few minutes later, accompanied by Tom and Su ling, and if it hadn’t been for police assistance, they might never have got into the building.
Once inside the courthouse, Nat walked straight along the marble corridor that led to court number seven, acknowledging onlookers’ kind remarks, but only nodding politely in response as instructed by his counsellor. Once he’d entered the courtroom, Nat felt a thousand eyes boring into him as he continued on down the centre aisle, before taking his place on the left of Fletcher at the defence table.
‘Good morning, counsellor,’ said Nat.
‘Good morning, Nat,’ replied Fletcher, looking up from a pile of papers, ‘I hope you’re prepared for a week of boredom while we select a jury.’
‘Have you settled on a profile for the ideal juror?’ Nat asked.
‘It’s not quite that easy,’ said Fletcher, ‘because I can’t make up my mind if I should select people who support you or me.’
‘Are there twelve people in Hartford who support you?’ asked Nat.
Fletcher smiled. ‘I’m glad you haven’t lost your sense of humour, but once the jury’s sworn in, I want you looking serious and concerned. A man to whom a great injustice has been done.’
Fletcher turned out to be right, because it wasn’t until Friday afternoon that the full complement of twelve jurors and two alternatives were finally seated in their places, following argument, counter argument and several objections being raised by both sides. They finally settled on seven men and five women. Two of the women and one of the men were black, five from a professional background, two working mothers, three blue-collar workers, one secretary and one unemployed.
‘How about their political persuasions?’ asked Nat.
‘My bet is, four Republicans, four Democrats, and four I can’t be sure of.’
‘So what’s our next problem, counsellor?’
‘How to get you off, and still grab the votes of the four I’m not sure of,’ said Fletcher as they parted on the bottom step of the courthouse.
Nat found that, whenever he went home in the evening, he would quickly forget the trial, as his mind continually returned to Luke. However much he tried to discuss other things with Su Ling, there was so often only one thought on her mind. ‘If only I’d shared my secret with Luke,’ she said again and again, ‘perhaps he would still be alive.’
46
On the following Monday, the jury had been sworn in and Judge Kravats invited the state’s attorney to make his opening statement.
Richard Ebden rose slowly from his place. He was a tall, elegant, grey-haired man, who had a reputation for beguiling juries. His dark blue suit was the one he always wore on the opening day of a trial. His white shirt and blue tie instilled a feeling of trust.
The state’s attorney was proud of his prosecution record, which was somewhat ironic because he was a mild-mannered, church-going family man, who even sang bass in the local choir. Ebden rose from his place, pushed back his chair, and walked slowly out into the open well of the court, before turning to face the jury.
‘Members of the jury,’ he began, ‘in all my years as an advocate, I have rarely come across a more open-and-shut case of homicide.’
Fletcher leant across to Nat and whispered, ‘Don’t worry, it’s his usual opening — but despite this, comes next.’
‘But despite this, I must still take you through the events of the late evening and early morning of May 12th and 13th.’
‘Mr Cartwright,’ he said, turning slowly to face the accused, ‘had appeared on a television programme with Ralph Elliot — a popular and much respected figure in our community and, perhaps more importantly, favourite to win the Republican nomination, which might well have taken him on to be governor of the state we all love so much. Here was a man at the pinnacle of his career, about to receive the accolades of a grateful electorate for years of unselfish service to the community, and what was to be his reward? He ended up being murdered by his closest rival.
‘And how did this unnecessary tragedy come about? Mr Cartwright is asked a question as to whether his wife was an illegal immigrant — such is the stuff of robust politics — a question I might add that he was unwilling to answer, and why? Because he knew it to be the truth, and he had remained silent on the subject for over twenty years. And having refused to answer that question, what does Mr Cartwright do next? He tries to shift the blame on to Ralph Elliot. The moment the programme is over, he starts to shout obscenities at him, calls him a bastard, accuses him of setting up the question, and the most damning of all, says, “I will still kill you.” ’ Ebden stared at the jury, repeating the five words slowly, ‘I will still kill you.’
‘Don’t rely on my words to convict Mr Cartwright, for you are about to discover that this is not rumour, hearsay or my imagination, because the entire conversation between the two rivals was recorded on television for posterity. I realize this is unusual, your honour, but under the circumstances, I’d like to show this tape to the jury at this juncture.’ Ebden nodded towards his table and an assistant pressed a button.
For the next twelve minutes, Nat stared at a screen that had been set up opposite the jury, and was painfully reminded just how angry he had been. Once the tape had been switched off, Ebden continued with his opening statement.
‘However, it is still the responsibility of the state to show what actually took place after this angry and vindictive man had charged out of the studio.’ Ebden lowered his voice. ‘He returns home to discover that his son — his only child — has committed suicide. Now all of us can well understand the effect that such a tragedy might have on a father. And as it turned out, members of the jury, this tragic death triggered a chain of events that was to end in the cold-blooded murder of Ralph Elliot. Cartwright tells his wife that after he has been to the hospital, he will return home immediately, but he has no intention of doing so, because he has already planned a detour that will take him to Mr and Mrs Elliot’s house. And what could possibly have been the reason for this nocturnal visit at two a.m.? There can only have been one purpose, to remove Ralph Elliot from the gubernatorial race. Sadly for his family and our state, Mr Cartwright succeeded in his mission.
‘He drives over uninvited to the Elliots’ family home at two a.m. The door is answered by Mr Elliot, who has been in his study working on an acceptance speech. Mr Cartwright barges in, punching Mr Elliot so hard on the nose that he staggers back into the corridor, only to see his adversary come charging in after him. Mr Elliot recovers in time to run into his study and retrieve a gun that he kept in a drawer in his desk. He turns just as Cartwright leaps on him, kicking the gun out of his hand, thus ensuring that Mr Elliot has no chance of defending himself. Cartwright then grabs the pistol, stands over his victim and without a moment’s hesitation, shoots him through the heart. He then aims a second shot into the ceiling to leave the impression that a struggle had taken place. Cartwright then drops the gun, runs out of the open door and, jumping into his car, drives quickly back to his home. Unbeknown to him, he left behind a witness to the entire episode — the victim’s wife, Mrs Rebecca Elliot. When she heard the first shot, Mrs Elliot ran from her bedroom to the top of the stairs and moments after hearing the second shot, she watched in horror as Cartwright bolted out of the front door. And just as the television camera had recorded every detail earlier in the evening, Mrs Elliot will describe to you with the same accuracy, exactly what took place later that night.’