The lawyer sighed. “Oh dear, Mma Ramotswe. This is very difficult. I have acted for this man, Kereleng. When he bought the house initially, it was in his name. Then he came to see me about some other problem he had-a problem with the manager of his bottle store-and he asked me about transferring the house to his fiancée. She is called Violet Sephotho, as you may know. I told him that there would be no problem about that. Then the fiancée came to see me and asked me to draw up the deed for him to sign. When I did that, I was acting for her, not for him. She was my client. That’s important, you know.”
Mma Ramotswe looked puzzled. “Why? What difference does it make?”
“Well,” said Mr. Bosilong, “she was my client, you see, and that meant I owed a duty to her. So when Mr. Kereleng came to see me later and said that he had changed his mind, I had to tell him that it was too late. He was not the client-she was. He asked me to give the deed back-it had not yet been sent to the land registry. I said I could not, as I had done that job for another client, Miss Sephotho.”
Mma Ramotswe was interested in one thing he had said. “You told me that the deed was not yet registered. Is that so?”
“Not yet,” he said. “I suppose I’ve been putting it off.” He paused, looking into Mma Ramotswe’s eyes. “Mma Ramotswe, can I trust you?”
“Of course you can, Rra.”
“No, I mean absolutely, completely trust you. One hundred per cent?”
“One hundred per cent, Rra. Anything you say to me will go no further.”
Mr. Bosilong looked about him, as if searching his office for eavesdroppers.
“What I am about to say must remain between us,” he said. “I think that this Miss Sephotho is dishonest. I think that she has prevailed on this man to give her this house pretending that she will marry him. But it is only a pretence.”
Mma Ramotswe laughed. “But I knew that all along, Rra. Everybody knows that-or just about everybody. Mr. Kereleng didn’t at first-now he does.”
Mr. Bosilong shook his head ruefully. “I am an honest man, Mma Ramotswe. I cannot abide wicked people.”
“None of us can,” she said.
“And it makes me very sad when I see a legal technicality allowing bad people to get away with it.”
“There is nothing worse than that,” she agreed, “because that means that not only does the wicked person get away with it, but people lose respect for the law of Botswana. That is not a good thing at all.”
Mr. Bosilong signalled that this was his feeling too. But then he said, “Of course, sometimes things go wrong in the law. Attorneys make mistakes. They file the wrong papers. They forget to do things.”
“Every one of us makes mistakes, Rra,” said Mma Ramotswe. She was not sure exactly what he was going to propose, but she wanted to encourage him. “And sometimes,” she went on, “a mistake is for the best.” She hesitated. “In fact, sometimes it is best to make an intentional mistake…”
Her words clearly brought him relief. “That is good to hear. You see…” His voice tailed off.
She spoke gently. “See what, Rra?”
“You see, I have made a mistake in that deed. I did not mean to make it, but I made it. I described the plot of land incorrectly. I put in the number of the neighbouring plot, and it is also the neighbouring plot in the land map that accompanies the deed. I was careless.”
A smile broke out on Mma Ramotswe’s face. “So Mr. Kereleng signed a deed that transferred his neighbour’s house rather than his?”
“I’m afraid so. Which makes me look very foolish.”
“And you didn’t tell him?”
Mr. Bosilong stared down at his desk. “Everything was done through her. I had my instructions from her. I should have advised him to get independent legal advice. I did not. It would not look good for me if there was a complaint.”
“So it’s a mess?”
“It’s a mess, Mma.”
But she did not think it was. “Tell me, Rra: If you took that deed to the land registry, what would happen?”
“It would be null and void. They would check it, and they would see the mistake. They would see that Mr. Kereleng does not have title to pass on the property in the deed. They would throw it out.”
“So you need to tell Violet Sephotho that the thing you did for her has not been done properly.”
“I will look very stupid.”
Mma Ramotswe rose to her feet. “You are not stupid, Rra. You have saved a man from being very badly treated. Your mistake was a good mistake. It was the best mistake I have heard of for a long time.”
“I cannot bring myself to tell her that the deed is void and that she must get out. It’s not easy, Mma.”
Mma Ramotswe understood. But there was a way round this, she thought, and so she suggested that Mr. Bosilong type out an amendment to be signed by Mr. Kereleng. Of course he would not sign it, but at least it would make the situation easier for Mr. Bosilong. She would go to see Violet on his behalf. She was quite happy to do that.
The lawyer listened to the suggestion. Slowly he began to smile. “It does make it easier, Mma. It really does. I am not a coward-normally-but now I am in a very big mess, and you have made it so much easier for me.”
“Then type it out right now, Rra,” she said. “Then I shall go and give it to Violet Sephotho.”
“He will never sign it,” said Mr. Bosilong.
“Of course he won’t,” said Mma Ramotswe. “That’s the whole idea.”
“You are very clever, Mma,” said Mr. Bosilong.
Mma Ramotswe shook her head. “I am not a clever lady,” she said. “I am an ordinary lady.”
Mr. Bosilong would have none of this. “No,” he said. “You are clever. Lawyers think they are clever, but then they are not.”
Mma Ramotswe was not sure whether he expected her to refute this, but she did not, and the subject of who was clever and who was not was left where it was.
SHE WAITED until after five o’clock before she went to Violet’s house, or, as she reminded herself-with some satisfaction-Mr. Kereleng’s house. The afternoon passed slowly, as there was little happening in the office. At first Mma Ramotswe had decided not to tell Mma Makutsi of her visit that morning to Joe Bosilong because she was concerned that her assistant would find it difficult to be professionally detached from any case involving Violet Sephotho. As the day wore on, however, she found it increasingly difficult not to tell her the good news that she had discovered for Mr. Kereleng. Eventually she succumbed to the temptation, and told Mma Makutsi about her visit to the lawyer and his extraordinary disclosure.
As she had anticipated, Mma Makutsi was ecstatic. “That is very, very exciting news, Mma. I am so pleased for poor Mr. Kereleng.”
Mma Ramotswe watched her. Yes, Mma Makutsi was pleased for Mr. Kereleng, but she was undoubtedly much more pleased at the foiling of Violet Sephotho’s plans. And Mma Makutsi’s next remark confirmed that. “There are some ladies who deserve to be exposed,” she said. “Violet Sephotho is number one on the list. In fact, she is the only one on the list. I cannot wait to see her face when we tell her. Oh, I cannot wait, Mma! It is the best thing ever!”
Mma Ramotswe held up a hand. “I don’t think that we should make too much of a fuss, Mma. I was just going to slip over there after five, when she should be back from work. I will simply tell her that the deed is invalid and needs to be signed again. Of course she’ll know that Mr. Kereleng won’t sign, so she’ll know that her little trick has not worked.”
“Little trick?” exclaimed Mma Makutsi. “Mma, it is not a little trick-it is a great big theft! No, she must be fully exposed. She must be shown for what she is. She must be made to crawl in the dust, Mma. In the dust.”
Mma Ramotswe understood the passion behind all this. After all, Violet Sephotho had tried to seduce Phuti Radiphuti away from Mma Makutsi, and it was understandable that she should feel aggrieved. But Mma Ramotswe was not a vindictive woman, and she did not relish the humiliation of anybody, no matter how deserving of such treatment.