Dead in the Water by Stuart Woods Page B

that we have a barrister coming from London.”
    “What?” Sir Leslie asked.
    “Leslie, you cannot conduct this trial; you said so yourself.”
    Sir Leslie turned on him. “To whom do you think you are speaking, sir? I have conducted the defense at five hundred and eighty-three trials in this court! This one will be five hundred and eighty-four! I will discuss my fee with you later.” He wheeled and walked out of the courtroom, carrying his robe and his wig.
    Stone turned and looked for the first time at Thomas Hardy in the front row.
    Thomas sat with his head in his hands, making a moaning sound.
    Allison came down from the dock. “All ready to go?” she asked cheerfully.

Chapter
10
    T homas drove while Stone sat beside him and Allison took the backseat. For all of Stone’s life, extreme worry had caused him to become sleepy, and right now he was having a very hard time staying awake.
    “God, but I’m glad to be out of that place,” Allison said.
    “Were you treated all right?” Thomas asked.
    “Well, yes, and contrary to what I’ve heard about jail, the food was pretty good. I had a cell to myself, and except for the open toilet, it wasn’t bad.”
    “I’m glad to hear it,” Thomas replied.
    “I had some absolutely fascinating conversations with the woman in the next cell, too; she was in for shoplifting, and it wasn’t her first time, so she knew the drill. Stone, I can’t thank you enough for getting me out of there.”
    Stone stirred from his lassitude. “Don’t mention it,” he said.
    They pulled up at the restaurant, and Stone and Allison got out so that Thomas could park the car. An American-looking man was seated at the bar, drinking what looked like a gin and tonic; his suit and briefcase made him look out of place, made him look like an insurance salesman. He seemed to recognize Allison and approached her, handing her a card. “Mrs. Manning, I wonder if I could speak with you for a few minutes.”
    Stone turned to Allison. “If you don’t need me for a moment, I have some phone calls to make.”
    “Go right ahead,” she said to him, then turned to the other man. “Of course,” she said, “let’s take a table.”
    Stone went up to his new room over the bar, threw his newly acquired barrister’s robe at the wall, and called Bill Eggers.
    “Yes, Stone, are we a go for the London man?”
    “I’m afraid not, Bill; it seems I’ve wasted his time and yours.”
    “Why? What happened?”
    “Bill, I hardly know where to begin: I have this perfectly innocent woman for a client who it seems is being railroaded by the judicial system in this godforsaken island country, and unless I can think of something fast they’re going to hang her.”
    “Hang her?”
    “I’m afraid so.” Stone explained the chain of events thus far.
    “That’s the craziest thing I’ve ever heard,” Eggers said when Stone had finished.
    “I wish I were hearing about it instead of living it,” Stone said.
    “And your barrister is gaga?”
    “At least some of the time; he appeared to be perfectly normal in court, except that he seemed to forget that we were bringing in the London man.”
    “Well, at least he knows the score down there; that’s worth something.”
    “I hope you’re right, but it’s Tuesday, and I’m going to have to be prepared to try this case next Monday morning.”
    “Is there anything else I can do to help?”
    “Not right now; believe me, I’ll call in a hurry if there is.”
    “I’m here if you need me,” Eggers said, then hung up.
    Stone made another call, to Bob Cantor, a retired cop who had been helpful on a previous case.
    “Hello?”
    “Bob, it’s Stone Barrington.”
    “Hi, Stone; aren’t you supposed to be on vacation?”
    “I’d rather not talk about that; I’m in big trouble on a case, and I want you to do some things for me. Can you clear the decks for the next week?”
    “Sure; I’m not all that busy.”
    “Good. The first thing I want you to do is