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Chapters (71)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Notice
  3. Dedication
  4. Acknowledgments
  5. Family Tree
  6. Prologue
  7. Harry and Emma Clifton: 1970–1971
  8. Chapter 1
  9. Chapter 2
  10. Chapter 3
  11. Chapter 4
  12. Chapter 5
  13. Chapter 6
  14. Chapter 7
  15. Giles Barrington: 1971
  16. Chapter 8
  17. Chapter 9
  18. Chapter 10
  19. Chapter 11
  20. Lady Virginia Fenwick: 1971
  21. Chapter 12
  22. Chapter 13
  23. Chapter 14
  24. Sebastian Clifton: 1971
  25. Chapter 15
  26. Chapter 16
  27. Chapter 17
  28. Chapter 18
  29. Chapter 19
  30. Chapter 20
  31. Chapter 21
  32. Lady Virginia Fenwick: 1972
  33. Chapter 22
  34. Chapter 23
  35. Chapter 24
  36. Maisie Clifton: 1972
  37. Chapter 25
  38. Emma Clifton: 1972–1975
  39. Chapter 26
  40. Chapter 27
  41. Chapter 28
  42. Sebastian Clifton: 1975
  43. Chapter 29
  44. Chapter 30
  45. Chapter 31
  46. Chapter 32
  47. Hakim Bishara: 1975
  48. Chapter 33
  49. Chapter 34
  50. Chapter 35
  51. Chapter 36
  52. Chapter 37
  53. Chapter 38
  54. Giles Barrington: 1976–1977
  55. Chapter 39
  56. Chapter 40
  57. Chapter 41
  58. Chapter 42
  59. Chapter 43
  60. Chapter 44
  61. Chapter 45
  62. Chapter 46
  63. Harry and Emma Clifton: 1978
  64. Chapter 47
  65. Chapter 48
  66. Chapter 49
  67. Chapter 50
  68. Epilogue: 1978
  69. About the Author
  70. Also by Jeffrey Archer
  71. Newsletter Sign-up

“Good morning, Mr. Collier,” said Gray. “Can I confirm that you appear on this occasion at your own request and not as a witness for the prosecution?”

Sebastian couldn’t help noticing that Mr. Gray had put aside his earlier adversarial manner with this witness in favor of a more conciliatory tone.

“That is correct, sir.”

“And why do you wish to reappear?”

“I feared that if I didn’t, a grave injustice might be done.”

Once again, loud chattering broke out in the court. Mr. Gray made no attempt to continue until silence prevailed.

“Perhaps you would care to elaborate, Mr. Collier.”

“On Friday evening I had a call from a senior colleague in Frankfurt to brief me on a recent case in that city, which he felt I should know about. In the course of that conversation I discovered the reason Mrs. Aisha Obgabo, the stewardess on flight 207, had only been able to present written evidence to this court.”

“And what was the reason?” asked Mr. Gray.

“She’s in jail, serving a six-year sentence for a Class A drug offense.”

This time the judge made no attempt to quell the outburst of chattering caused by Collier’s revelation.

“And why should that have any bearing on this case?” asked Mr. Gray, once order had been restored.

“It seems that a few weeks after Bishara’s arrest, Mrs. Obgabo was arrested for being in possession of two ounces of marijuana.”

“Is marijuana considered a Class A drug in Germany?” asked the judge incredulously.

“No, my lord. For that offense, the judge gave Mrs. Obgabo a six-month suspended sentence and ordered that she be deported back to Nigeria.”

“Then why wasn’t she?” demanded the judge.

“Because during the trial it came to light that Mrs. Obgabo had been having an affair with the captain of the aircraft on which she was a stewardess. If she had been sent back to Nigeria, my lord, she would have been arrested for adultery and, if found guilty, the punishment in that country is death by stoning. So at the end of the trial, when the judge asked her if she wished for any other offenses to be taken into consideration before he passed sentence, she admitted to being paid a large sum of money to place thirteen ounces of heroin in the bag of a first-class passenger on a Nigeria Airways flight from Lagos to London. Mrs. Obgabo couldn’t recall the name of the passenger, but she did remember that the bag she placed the heroin in was embossed in gold with the initials HB. For this offense, the judge sentenced Mrs. Obgabo to six years in prison, which her lawyer assured her was more than enough time for her to apply for asylum as a political refugee.”