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Chapters (74)
  1. Cover
  2. Praise
  3. Dedication
  4. Epigraph
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6
  11. Chapter 7
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Chapter 9
  14. Chapter 10
  15. Chapter 11
  16. Chapter 12
  17. Chapter 13
  18. Chapter 14
  19. Chapter 15
  20. Chapter 16
  21. Chapter 17
  22. Chapter 18
  23. Chapter 19
  24. Chapter 20
  25. Chapter 21
  26. Chapter 22
  27. Chapter 23
  28. Chapter 24
  29. Chapter 25
  30. Chapter 26
  31. Chapter 27
  32. Chapter 28
  33. Chapter 29
  34. Chapter 30
  35. Chapter 31
  36. Chapter 32
  37. Chapter 33
  38. Chapter 34
  39. Chapter 35
  40. Chapter 36
  41. Chapter 37
  42. Chapter 38
  43. Chapter 39
  44. Chapter 40
  45. Chapter 41
  46. Chapter 42
  47. Chapter 43
  48. Chapter 44
  49. Chapter 45
  50. Chapter 46
  51. Chapter 47
  52. Chapter 48
  53. Chapter 49
  54. Chapter 50
  55. Chapter 51
  56. Chapter 52
  57. Chapter 53
  58. Chapter 54
  59. Chapter 55
  60. Chapter 56
  61. Chapter 57
  62. Chapter 58
  63. Chapter 59
  64. Chapter 60
  65. Chapter 61
  66. Chapter 62
  67. Chapter 63
  68. Chapter 64
  69. Chapter 65
  70. Chapter 66
  71. Epilogue
  72. Acknowledgements
  73. About the Author
  74. Extract from The Mayfly

‘Your Honour, my client has been defamed. The defendant raises only one defence – that of justification. They can only establish that if they can adduce cogent evidence of Mrs Elias’s alleged wrongdoing. The allegations are serious and, if proven, potentially ruinous for Mrs Elias. She, her husband and a very reputable and important charity have already been irreparably damaged by these misconceived allegations based on the flimsiest of evidence which we are now told cannot be substantiated. It really is an outrage that Mr Okoro now seeks to reorganise his witnesses to cope with the gaping hole in his case. The claimant should not—’

‘Yes, yes, Mr Hagworth, I get the point,’ Peters mumbled. ‘What have you to say, Mr Okoro?’

Okoro stood up and tucked his fingers firmly into his lapels. As it happened, Hagworth’s intervention had given him the opportunity to think things through. Two years’ work would stand or fall on what he said next. He heard the bench creak behind him, the journalists poised in the public gallery breathe in, and felt the weight of responsibility crushing his shoulders. Why was it so damned hot in this courtroom?

Peters waited expectantly. Three of the slowest seconds of Okoro’s life ticked by before he took a deep breath and said: ‘Your Honour, it was understood with Mr Ali that he would attend court this morning. My instructing solicitor is making urgent enquiries as to his whereabouts. While it is an inconvenience, I suggest that justice would be better served by a short adjournment than a rearrangement of the defendant’s witnesses to enable Mr Ali’s intentions to be established. We can then avoid wasting any further of the court’s time.’

‘That’s extremely unsatisfactory.’ Peters folded her arms and glared at Okoro. ‘What do you say, Mr Hagworth?’

‘I concur wholeheartedly with Your Honour’s sentiments. Extremely unsatisfactory. My application is for the trial to continue, for Mr Okoro to present his evidence and for the defence being barred from relying on Mr Ali’s witness statement.’

‘What if Mr Ali turns up on Monday?’ asked Peters, but in a way that suggested she was offering Hagworth the opportunity to stick the knife in, rather than testing the parameters of his submission.

‘Well, that would be unfortunate but our laws are based on the here and now and not what may or may not occur. In the same vein, if the claimant, my client, had failed to issue these proceedings within the one year limitation period then we would be relying on the mercy of the court to allow this action to be prosecuted. In the absence of a very good reason, we would not expect the court to allow us salvation. The claim would die. Similarly, what explanation has the court been offered for Mr Ali’s absence? None. Why therefore should Mr Okoro be allowed a second bite of the cherry?’