Chapters (64)
- Title Page
- Copyright Notice
- Dedication
- Acknowledgments
- Family Tree
- Epigraph
- Prologue
- I. Harry and Emma 1964–1965
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- II. Lady Virginia Fenwick 1966
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- III. Giles Barrington 1970
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- IV. Sebastian Clifton 1970
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- V. Lady Virginia Fenwick 1970
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- VI. Sebastian Clifton 1970
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- VII. Harry and Emma 1970
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
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Trelford continued to stare at the sheet of paper he held in his hand, painfully aware that all Fisher had to say was “I did not,” and his bluff would have been called. However, the major hesitated, just for a moment, which allowed Trelford to add during the brief silence, “I don’t have to remind you, Major Fisher, as a Member of Parliament, that you are under oath, and of the consequences of committing perjury.” Trelford continued to study the row of figures in front of him.
“But I didn’t make a profit on the third transaction,” Fisher blurted out. “In fact, I made a loss.”
A gasp went up around the court, followed by an outbreak of chattering. Trelford waited for complete silence before he continued. “So you made a profit on the first two transactions, major, but suffered a loss on the third?”
Fisher shuffled uneasily in the box, but made no attempt to reply.
“Major Fisher, you stated earlier to the court that it’s not a crime to make a profit for one’s client,” said Trelford, looking down at a scribbled note to check the major’s exact words.
“Yes, I did,” said Fisher, trying to recover.
“But as a qualified stockbroker you will have known that it was a crime,” continued Trelford, picking up a thick red leather-bound volume from the bench in front of him and opening it at a page marked with a slip of paper, “to trade shares in a company of which you sit on the board.” Trelford read out the exact words: “unless you have informed the chairman of that company and sought legal guidance.” He let his words sink in, before slamming the book shut and asking quietly, “Did you inform Mrs. Clifton, or seek legal guidance?”
Fisher gripped the sides of the witness box to stop his hands from shaking.
“Can you tell the court how much profit you made when you bought and sold your Barrington’s shares?” asked Trelford as he continued to look down at a hotel bill from his recent trip to Hong Kong. He waited for some time before he placed the receipt back in his file, looked up at the judge, and said, “My lady, as Major Fisher seems unwilling to answer any more of my questions, I see no purpose in continuing.” He sat down and smiled at Emma.
“Sir Edward,” said Mrs. Justice Lane, “do you wish to cross-examine this witness?”
“Just a couple of questions, if I may,” said Sir Edward, sounding unusually subdued.
“Major Fisher, is there any suggestion that Lady Virginia Fenwick was aware that you were trading in Barrington’s shares on your own behalf?”
“No, sir.”
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but you were simply her advisor, and all the transactions carried out in her name were conducted within the full rigors of the law?”
“They were indeed, Sir Edward.”