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Copyright © Elizabeth Woodcraft 2000
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The phone on my desk rang. I licked my fingers, moved my cream cheese and tomato sandwich and picked up the receiver.
‘Frankie, I know you said you wanted to do paperwork tomorrow, but Davidson’s have just rung. Kay’s got a quick in-and-out job for tomorrow morning that she wants you to do. She’s faxing the papers through. It’s at Highbury Corner Mags.’
I groaned. A quick in-and-out at Highbury Corner Magistrates’ Court was a contradiction in terms and Gavin, my clerk, knew that very well. Then again, if Kay Davidson wanted me in particular there might be something interesting in it.
‘What is it?’ I asked.
‘Drunk and disorderly.’
‘Drunk and – Gavin! I’m meant to be doing those appeal papers in Morris. We’re nearly out of time.’
‘She said it was important.’
‘Oh, what, important that someone regularly in the Court of Appeal should return to the magistrates’ court?’
‘Someone regularly where?’
‘All right, someone who would like to be regularly in the Court of Appeal. Someone of nearly ten years call –’
‘Who is charming and eager to help out a clerk in distress …’ Gavin was playing the game in his gruff, cockney accent.
‘Someone who has been at the Bar for nine years, and who may well be charming and eager to help out a clerk in distress but who has, it should be remembered, forgotten most of the crime she ever knew – you are saying it is important that she should do this case?’ I asked.
‘Yes,’ he said.
‘Isn’t there anyone else?’ I wheedled. In the pause that followed I knew Gavin was pretending to look at the computer screen to see what everyone else in chambers was doing the next day. He liked Kay. If she had asked for me, he would make sure she got me.
‘No,’ he said. There’s no one else.’
‘All right, Gavin, I will do it. But if I’m not out of court by half past eleven you will seriously regret it.’
‘You say the sweetest things,’ he said. I replaced the receiver and picked up my cup of tea.
My phone rang again. I spilt tea on my sandwich as I answered it.
Gavin said cheerfully, ‘I’ve got Kay on the line, to have a word about tomorrow.’
‘OK.’ I pushed the briefs on my desk out of the way of some insistent drips of tea and looked for something to make notes on. I found a piece of paper that looked suspiciously as if it had been on my desk for some time. I read ‘FR ring Dr Henry’ and a number with a Brighton code, and promised myself I would do it as soon as I had spoken to Kay. Gavin put her through.