Contents ( 78)
- Contents
- Preface
- Part One
- Extract from the court report of R v. Elmys
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Extract from the court report of R v. Elmys
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Extract from the court report of R v. Elmys
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Transcript of a video recorded by Ben Elmys Eleven Years Later
- Chapter 25
- Extract from a transcript of a recorded safeguarding interview
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Extract from the court report of R v. Elmys
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Transcript of a video recorded by Ben Elmys Eleven Years Later
- Extract from Harriet Kealty’s email journal
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Part Two
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- The Beach
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Acknowledgements
- Praise for The Other Side of Night
ROGER SUMPTION QC
Would you say he was afraid of Mr Elmys?
GRACE OYEWOLE QC
I hesitate to rise, but my learned friend knows the rules. Can I ask that he sticks to them so that I do not have to address My Lord further?
ROGER SUMPTION QC
Then I will ask a different question. Did you get Elliot to the welcome room?
ELAINE HARDCASTLE
Yes.
ROGER SUMPTION QC
What happened then?
ELAINE HARDCASTLE
He ran away from us and went into the corner. He was very upset. He sat with his back to us, but I think he was crying. I asked him to come and say hello to Mr Elmys, but he ignored me. I reminded him Mr Elmys was one of his parents’ oldest friends. ‘They wouldn’t have left you in his care if they didn’t think he was a good man,’ I told him, but he stayed put.
ROGER SUMPTION QC
What did Mr Elmys do?
ELAINE HARDCASTLE
When I looked at him, I thought he was crying, but he caught my eye and turned away, so I can’t be sure. These are emotional experiences. Big rocks.
ROGER SUMPTION QC
Excuse me?
ELAINE HARDCASTLE
It’s what I tell the children. When you go to the beach, it’s mostly pebbles, but occasionally there will be one or two big rocks you have to climb over. Just like life. Most days are pebbles, but every so often you’ll hit a big rock. Adoption is a big rock. A murder trial is another big rock.
ROGER SUMPTION QC
Quite. Going back to that day, Mrs Hardcastle, what happened next?
ELAINE HARDCASTLE
Elliot was shuddering and shaking. He was very upset. I told Mr Elmys we would have to try another day if we couldn’t calm him down. I was about to go to the boy, when Mr Elmys asked if he could try. I wasn’t sure it was a good idea, but Mr Elmys was already on his way. He crouched beside Elliot and spoke to him.
ROGER SUMPTION QC
Could you hear what he was saying?
ELAINE HARDCASTLE
No. He wasn’t whispering exactly, just speaking softly. After a short while, Mr Elmys stood. I thought he’d failed, and was about to go over, but Elliot got up and turned around. He wiped his tears and then took Mr Elmys’s hand. Steph and I were blown away. I’d never seen anything like it. The boy was transformed. He seemed calm, happy almost.
‘How did you do that? What did you say?’ I asked Mr Elmys. I’ve worked with hundreds of children and I was stunned.
ROGER SUMPTION QC
And what was the defendant’s reply?
ELAINE HARDCASTLE
‘We made a deal, didn’t we, Elliot?’ And he looked down at the boy, who nodded. The two of them smiled.
ROGER SUMPTION QC
Did you ever learn the nature of this deal?
ELAINE HARDCASTLE
No.
ROGER SUMPTION QC
So, it was secret?
ELAINE HARDCASTLE
Yes. It was secret.
Chapter 1
Harriet Kealty had spent almost an hour sitting alone outside the Nantwich Bookshop, and was now nursing her third espresso. She watched the other customers and listened to their conversations as Steve and Denise, the friendly owners of the bookshop, and their staff shuttled in and out, ferrying orders of coffee and cakes. It was a Saturday, so the town centre was busy and the square opposite the crooked Tudor building was packed with shoppers buzzing from one market stall to another.