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It struck Ryan that this was probably the kindest thing he'd ever been told。 Perhaps nobility was supposed to be a state of mind rather than an institution。 His father…in…law could learn from that； Ryan thought。 His father…in…law could learn from a lot of things。
Three hours later Jack followed his wife into their room。 There was a sitting room off to the right。 In front of him the bed had already been turned down。 He pulled the tie loose from his collar and undid the button； then let out a long； audible breath。
〃You weren't kidding about turning into pumpkins。〃
〃I know；〃 his wife said。
Only a single dim light was lit； and his wife switched it off。 The only illumination in the room was from distant streetlights that filtered through the heavy curtains。 Her white dress stood out in the darkness； but her face showed only the curve of her lips and the sparkle of her eyes as she turned away from the light。 Her husband's mind filled in the remaining details。 Jack wrapped his good arm around his wife and cursed the monstrosity of plaster that encased his left side as he pulled her in close。 She rested her head on his healthy shoulder； and his cheek came down to the softness of her fine blond hair。 Neither said anything for a minute or two。 It was enough to be alone； together in the quiet darkness。
〃Love ya； babe。〃
〃How are you feeling； Jack？〃 The question was more than a simple inquiry。
〃Not bad。 Pretty well rested。 The shoulder doesn't hurt very much anymore。 Aspirin takes care of the aches。〃 This was an exaggeration； but Jack was used to the disfort。
〃Oh； I see how they did it。〃 Cathy was exploring the left side of his jacket。 The tailors had put snap closures on the underside so that it would not so much conceal the cast as make it look dressed。 His wife removed the snaps quickly and pulled the coat off。 The shirt went next。
〃I am able to do this myself； you know。〃
〃Shut up； Jack。 I don't want to have to wait all night for you to undress。〃 He next heard the sound of a long zipper。
〃Can I help？〃
There was laughter in the darkness。 〃I might want to wear this dress again。 And be careful where you put that arm。〃
〃I haven't crunched anyone yet。〃
〃Good。 Let's try to keep a perfect record。〃 A whisper of silk。 She took his hand。 〃Let's get you sitting down。〃
After he sat on the edge of the bed； the rest came easy。 Cathy sat beside him。 He felt her； cool and smooth at his side； a hint of perfume in the air。 He reached around her shoulder； down to the soft skin of her abdomen。
It's happening right now； growing away while we sit here。 〃You're going to have my baby；〃 Jack said softly。 There really is a God； and there really are miracles。
Her hand came across his face。 〃That's right。 I can't have anything to drink after tonight but I wanted to enjoy tonight。〃
〃You know； I really do love you。〃
〃I know；〃 she said。 〃Lie back。〃
Chapter 6 Trials and Troubles
Preliminary testimony lasted for about two hours while Ryan sat on a marble bench outside Old Bailey's number two courtroom。 He tried to work on his puter； but he couldn't seem to keep his mind on it； and found himself staring around the hundred…sixty…year…old building。
Security was incredibly tight。 Outside； numerous uniformed police constables stood about in plain sight； small zippered pistol cases dangling from their hands。 Others； uniformed and not； stood on the buildings across Newgate Street like falcons on the watch for rabbits。 Except rabbits don't carry machine guns and RPG…7 bazookas； Ryan thought。 Every person who entered the building was subjected to a metal detector sensitive enough to ping on the foil inside a cigarette pack； and nearly everyone was given a pat…down search。 This included Ryan； who was surprised enough at the intimacy of the search to tell the officer that he went a bit far for a first date。 The grand hall was closed off to anyone not connected with the case； and less prominent trials had been switched among the building's nineteen courtrooms to acmodate Crown v Miller。
Ryan had never been in a courthouse before。 He was amused by the fact that he'd never even had a speeding ticket； his life had been so dull until now。 The marble floor nearly everything in sight was marble gave the hall the aspect of a cathedral； and the walls were decorated with aphorisms such as Cicero's THE WELFARE OF THE PEOPLE IS THE HIGHEST LAW； a phrase he found curiously or at least potentially expedient in what was certainly designed as a temple to the idea of law。 He wondered if the members of the ULA felt the same way； and justified their activities in accordance with their view of the welfare of the people。 Who doesn't？ Jack asked himself。 What tyrant ever failed to justify his crimes？ Around him were a half…dozen other witnesses。 Jack didn't talk with them。 His instructions were quite specific： even the appearance of conversation might give cause to the defense attorneys to speculate that witnesses had coached one another。 The prosecution team had bent every effort to make their case a textbook example of correct legal procedure。
The case was being handled on a contradictory basis。 The ambush had taken place barely four weeks ago； and the trial was already under way an unusually speedy process even by British standards。 Security was airtight。 Admittance to the public gallery （visitors entered from another part of the building） was being strictly controlled。 But at the same time； the trial was being handled strictly as a criminal matter。 The name 〃Ulster Liberation Army〃 had not been mentioned。 The prosecutor had not once used the word terrorist。 The police ignored publicly the political aspects of the case。 Two men were dead； and this was a trial for first…degree murder period。 Even the press was playing along； oh the theory that there was no more contemptuous way to treat the defendant than to call him a simple criminal； and not sanctify him as a creature of politics。 Jack wondered about additional political or intelligence…related motives in this treatment； but no one was talking along those lines； and the defense attorney certainly couldn't defend his client better by calling him a member of a terrorist group。 In the media； and in the courtroom； this was a case of murder。
The truth was different； of course； and everyone knew it。 But Ryan knew enough about the law to remember that lawyers rarely concern themselves with truth。 The rules were far more important。 There would therefore be no official speculation on the goal of the criminals； and no involvement of the Royal Family； aside from depositions that they could not identify the living conspirator and hence had no worthwhile evidence to offer。
It didn't matter。 From the press coverage of the evidence it seemed clear enough that the trial was as airtight as was possible without a videotape of the entire event。 Similarly； Cathy was not to testify。 In addition to forensic experts who had testified the day before； the Crown had eight eyewitnesses。 Ryan was number two。 The trial was expected to last a maximum of four days。 As Owens had told him in the hospital； there would be no mucking about with this lad。
〃Doctor Ryan？ Would you please follow me； sir？〃 The VIP treatment continued here also。 A bailiff in short sleeves and tie came over and led him into the courtroom through a side door。 A police officer took his puter after opening the door。 〃Show…time；〃 Ryan whispered to himself。
Old Bailey #2 was an extravagance of 19th…century woodworking。 The large room was paneled with so much solid oak that the construction of a similar room in America would draw a protest from the Sierra Club for all the trees it required。 The actual floorspace was surprisingly small； scarcely as much as the dining room in his house； a similarity made all the more striking by a table set in the center。 The judge's bench was a wooden fortress adjacent to the witness box。 The Honorable Mr。 Justice Wheeler sat in one of the five high…backed chairs behind it。 He was resplendent in a scarlet robe and sash； and a horsehair wig； called a 〃peruke；〃 Ryan had been told； that fell to his narrow shoulders and clearly loo