Chapters (75)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Chapter1
- Chapter2
- Chapter3
- Chapter4
- Chapter5
- Chapter6
- Chapter7
- Chapter8
- Chapter9
- Chapter10
- Chapter11
- Chapter12
- Chapter13
- Chapter14
- Chapter15
- Chapter16
- Chapter17
- Chapter18
- Chapter19
- Chapter20
- Chapter21
- Chapter22
- Chapter23
- Chapter24
- Chapter25
- Chapter26
- Chapter27
- Chapter28
- Chapter29
- Chapter30
- Chapter31
- Chapter32
- Chapter33
- Chapter34
- Chapter35
- Chapter36
- Chapter37
- Chapter38
- Chapter39
- Chapter40
- Chapter41
- Chapter42
- Chapter43
- Chapter44
- Chapter45
- Chapter46
- Chapter47
- Chapter48
- Chapter49
- Chapter50
- Chapter51
- Chapter52
- Chapter53
- Chapter54
- Chapter55
- Chapter56
- Chapter57
- Chapter58
- Chapter59
- Chapter60
- Chapter61
- Chapter62
- Chapter63
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgments
- “We Are Very Different People”:
- Stone Barrington: The First Five
- About the Author
- Critical Acclaim forStuart Woods and
- Books by Stuart Woods
- Credits
- About the Publisher
Kimbrough sat down, and another man was brought in. He was not so finely dressed, but he was clean and neat. He was a bartender at a local hotel, and he was soon seated. He was followed by a taxi driver, an apprentice shoemaker, who could not have been more than twenty, a street vendor, and a white merchant, all of whom were briefly questioned and rapidly seated.
“We have a jury,” the judge said.
“Only six?” Stone asked Hewitt.
“It is all we need,” the barrister replied.
Stone was dissatisfied with only the taxi driver, who looked at Allison with something like contempt, as if he had seen her kind before, but only in his rearview mirror. But on the whole, he thought, he had tried cases before worse juries.
“The foreman is good for us,” Hewitt whispered. “He is a very kind man and will not hang a woman lightly. The others will respect his opinion because he is so well dressed.”
Stone hoped so.
“The bailiff will read the charges,” the judge said.
The bailiff stood and read from a single sheet of paper. “The prisoner, Mrs. Allison Manning, is charged with murder, willfully taking the life of Mr. Paul Manning, her husband, on a date unknown between January first of this year and the present day, on the high seas, having departed the port of Puerto Rico, in the Canary Islands, a Spanish possession, and not yet having arrived at the port of English Harbour, in St. Marks. Be it known to all present that the crime of murder is a capital offense in St. Marks, and that if convicted, the prisoner will suffer death in the prescribed manner, which is hanging.” He sat down.
Short, but not very sweet, Stone thought.
“Now,” the judge said, addressing the jurors, “I will explain how we will proceed in this courtroom. The prosecuting barrister, Sir Winston, will make an opening statement of his case, then he will be followed by Sir Leslie, who will make an opening statement in defense of the prisoner. Thereafter, Sir Winston will call witnesses and question them, followed by a cross-examination by Sir Leslie. When the government has completed its case, Sir Leslie may call witnesses and question them, and Sir Winston may cross-examine them. Items may be entered in evidence by either side. When the defense has concluded its case, Sir Leslie will make a closing statement, followed by a closing statement from Sir Winston. When he has concluded I will charge the jury, and the jury will retire to the jury room to consider their verdict, which must be a majority verdict. While we are in the courtroom the bench will make all rulings on the admissibility of statements and other evidence, and the decision of the bench will be final in all matters. Is there any one of you who does not understand what will take place?”
No member of the jury moved, let alone spoke.