“And it’s the first time you ever thanked me for it,” Dino puffed.

“I don’t believe any of this,” Hi Barker said to nobody in particular. “But it’s going to make one hell of a story.”

Only Barron Harkness seemed to give a thought to Cary. “She’s gone,” he said absently. “My wife is gone.”

Dino was the first to answer him. “Get used to it, pal.” He snorted. “She’s New York Dead.”

Chapter

52

Stone sat with his client and watched the jury file back into the courtroom. He had a sinking feeling about this. He didn’t like his client much, and he wasn’t sure the man was innocent. He was afraid the jury didn’t share his indecision.

“Has the jury reached a verdict?” Judge O’Neal asked.

Stone thought she was looking particularly attractive today, as much as she could in judicial robes.

The foreman stood. “We have, Your Honor,” he replied. “The foreman will hand the verdict to the clerk.”

The clerk received the verdict, read it to himself, then handed it to Judge O’Neal. She read it and handed it back to him.

“The defendant will rise and look upon the jury; the jury will look upon the defendant.”

Stone stood with his client.

“The clerk will read the verdict.”

The clerk looked at the piece of paper. “We, the jury, unanimously find the defendant guilty as charged.”

Stone’s client sighed audibly.

Well you might sigh, Stone thought. I tried to get you to plead to the lesser charge, you dumb schmuck. But you thought you could beat it.

“The jury is released with the thanks of the court for a job well done,” Judge O’Neal said. “Sentencing is set for the twenty-fifth of this month; bail is continued pending.” She struck the bench with her gavel and rose. The courtroom rose with her.

Stone turned to his client. “I’m sorry we couldn’t get a better verdict.”

“You warned me,” the man said. “Can I go home now?”

“Yes. We have to decide whether to appeal; I really think you should consider the expense.”

The man sighed again. “Why bother? I’ll do the time.”

“You’re free until sentencing, but you’d better be prepared not to go home after that. Bring a toothbrush.”

They shook hands, and the man walked sadly away. Stone began gathering his notes.

“Mr. Barrington?”

Stone looked up. Judge O’Neal was standing to one side of the bench, behind the railing.

“In my office, please,” she said primly.

Stone groaned. He had pressed his luck often in cross-examining the prosecution’s witnesses, and she had repeatedly called him down for it. Now, the lecture. Hell, he thought, I’m lucky not to have been held in contempt. He trudged into her chambers, ready to take his medicine.