“Who knows? I want to tell you what’s being done at home.” He sat down on the bunk with her and filled her in on what had happened overnight. “That thing on the Today show is going to have half the country up in arms,” he said. “And rightly so. By this time the St. Marks government has got to be up to its ass in faxes.”

“Good morning,” a voice said from the corridor. The door was unlocked, and Leslie Hewitt walked in with a basket. “I brought you some fresh croissants and a thermos of coffee,” he said.

“Oh, thank you, Leslie,” Allison replied, kissing him on the cheek. She poured herself some coffee and sipped it.

“Have you heard anything at all?” Stone asked him.

“Not exactly. I called the prime minister’s residence this morning and spoke to his secretary. He sounded rather odd; I gather the prime minister has been receiving a lot of telegrams, faxes, and phone calls. He’s locked himself in his study with my appeal. I hope we’ll hear something this morning.”

“Good, good.”

They sat with Allison until a guard came and made them leave. “You can come back at four this afternoon,” he said.

“Allison, is there anything I can send you?” Stone asked.

“I’m all right, I think. There are some books available here; I’ll try and read.”

“We’ll be back at four,” Leslie said. “I hope we’ll have some news by then. I’ll call here if I hear anything before that time.”

Allison kissed and hugged them both, then they left the cell.

Outside the jail, Stone brought Hewitt up to date on what he had done, then asked, “Do you have any idea what’s going to happen?”

“I hope all these calls and faxes will have an effect,” Hewitt said. “I don’t think the prime minister has ever experienced anything quite like this.”

“Is he the sort of man who responds to pressure?”

Hewitt shrugged. “It’s hard to say. He’s always been a stubborn fellow, ever since he was a little boy. I just hope he doesn’t dig in his heels.”

“If we went to the residence, do you think he would see us?”

Hewitt shook his head. “No, that would be unheard of; we’d be damaging our own case. Do you want to come back to my place and wait?”

“I’d better go back to the marina and handle any calls that come in. Leslie, they’ve built a scaffold in the inner courtyard, and they’ve been testing it, I think.”

“I know; I heard them.”

“Have you ever been through anything like this with a client?”

“Once.”

“What happened?”

“They hanged him.”

“Oh.”

“Let’s meet back here at four o’clock, and if we haven’t heard anything we can wait with Allison. We can’t give up until…”