Chapter 13 day three, thursday

Interrogations of Price and Cornish yielded nothing.It's not that Jack Burns is incompetent; he's a seasoned and experienced interrogator.Knowing that Price was the dumber of the two, he was arraigned first.Attorney Lou Slade sat quietly next to his client in the interrogation room as Burns began. "Look, Mark, we already know you have the right to remain silent. But there's a witness in this case, he's seen it all, and he's going to testify." He waits.no respond. "To clarify, my client refuses to make a statement," said Attorney Slade softly. "So he hit you on the bridge of the nose, Mark. Broke your nose. No wonder you got mad. Why did the old man do that?"

Price may have grunted "I don't know," or "Stupid old guy."That's what the jury wanted to hear.He admitted to being at the scene of the crime.Price stared, but remained silent. "And then there's your blood, Mark. From a broken nose. We've got a blood sample, lad." He was careful not to say that the blood sample was only from a T-shirt, not a sidewalk, but he wasn't lying either.Price shot Slade a panicked look.Slade also looked anxious.Privately, the attorney knew that if a sample of his client's blood was found on the sidewalk near the crime scene and DNA testing proved to be that of Price and not someone else, there would be no defense.But he still has time to change to a plea if necessary.According to the principle of publicity, he will insist that Burns submit all the evidence obtained and delay the pre-trial hearing.So he just shook his head, and Price continued to remain silent.

Burns did his best to spend an hour with each defendant before calling it a day. "I want to apply for an extension of police custody," he told Slade after Price and Cornish were escorted back to the detention facility. "How about four o'clock this afternoon?" Slade nodded.He will be there, but won't say anything.No need to say. "And tomorrow morning I'm going to have two teams in the Rue St Anne for identification. If I get two results, I'll formally lay charges and then be in custody pending a preliminary hearing," he added.Slade nodded and left.

On the drive back to his office, lawyer Slade decided that things were not going his client's way.Burns did a good job: careful, thorough, without making the stupid mistakes the defense counted on.In private, he also considered his client absolutely guilty.He had seen their files; the magistrate would have seen them that afternoon.Whoever the mysterious witness is, if he is a respectable person and stands by his testimony, Price and Cornish will spend a long time behind bars. Years ago, the police arranged a lineup in the police station for identification.The new approach is to identify them at different points in the city.The nearest point to "Dover Gaol" was on St. Anne's Road, not far from the hospital where Dr. Melrose worked and Price had his nose.This is a much more efficient method.Each location is equipped with the latest line-up platform, lights and one-way perspective mirrors for identification. Witnesses will not be seen by suspects, and suspects will not threaten witnesses to remain silent with their eyes.These places also have a series of men and women who are at call at all times, men and women of different appearance, color and shape, and size, which can form a recognizable procession in a short time.The volunteers were paid fifteen pounds for each appearance, stood in the queue for a while, and then were allowed to leave.Burns asked to arrange two rows of people, and carefully explained the figure and appearance of the suspect. The time was set at eleven o'clock the next morning.

Luke Skinner stayed on to deal with the press, because Burns had an aversion to the press.Anyway, Skinner could handle it better.He was one of those rather rare, public-schooled cops who were scorned in the cafeteria but useful on occasions. All media inquiries should be routed through Scotland Yard - Scotland Yard.Scotland Yard has a press office that deals exclusively with public affairs; now they demand a short statement.It's still a case of little public interest, but the serious injury of the victim, who remains unidentified, can be told in that light.The problem with Skinner is that he doesn't have a full description of the victim, and certainly no picture, because the head is too swollen and bandaged to make a portrait of.

So Skinner turned to the public to see if anyone in the Tottenham or Edmonton area has gone missing since Tuesday.A man walking with a noticeable limp, between fifty and fifty-five years of age, with short gray hair, of medium height and build.August is a low news month; the media may publish this story, but it won't be a major story. But one newspaper might make a big splash about it because he had an acquaintance there.He had lunch with a reporter from the Edmonton and Tottenham Express.This is the local newspaper covering the same jurisdiction as "Dover Gaol".The reporter took notes and promised to do his best.

Civil courts may take long summer breaks, but criminal courts never stop working.More than 90% of the violations are heard by the local courts, and the law enforcement work is almost seven days a week, every week of the year.Much of the day-to-day work is carried out by lay magistrates, who are not paid but perform their civic duties.They handle a lot of petty offenses—traffic violations, issuing detention or search warrants, drinking license extensions, petty theft, and public fights.It also granted police requests for extended detention and remand in jail pending a trial.If the Magistrates Court comes across serious violations, the modern practice is for a paid magistrate—that is, a qualified lawyer—to hear the case.

That afternoon, Court No. 3 of Highbury Kearney Court was presided over by three lay magistrates, presided over by Henry Speller, a retired principal.The case was very simple and took only a little time. After the hearing, Price and Cornish were taken away and driven back to Dover Street.Jack Burns reports to Superintendent Parfit. "How are you doing with this, Jack?" asked the Superintendent of Criminal Investigations, Dover Street Police Station. "There was a setback, sir. It started out fast and well, with one eyewitness claiming to have seen it all through. A respectable shopkeeper across the road, a good citizen, yes I didn't hesitate to identify myself and was ready to testify. I also lacked the purse stolen from the victim, and evidence that Price and Cornish were at the scene. I already knew that Price had a broken nose, and three The condition of the nose being treated in St Anne's Road hours later. This is in full agreement with the statements of the witnesses."

"So, what setbacks did you encounter?" "I need to get the wallet that links to the villain, I need to speed up the forensics work, and I need to know the identity of the victim. He is still a UAM." "Are you going to accuse them?" "If Mr. Patel can identify them in the queue tomorrow, I'd like to charge, sir. They're not going to get away with the case. They're both guilty." Alan Puffett nodded. "Okay, Jack. I'll try to press the forensics team. Keep me and the Crown Prosecution Service informed." At the Royal London Hospital, dusk fell again, but the man in the intensive care unit couldn't see it.Forty-eight hours had passed since the operation; the anesthesia had worn off long ago, but he was not moving.His mind was still somewhere far away.