Chapter 18 Eighth day, Tuesday

The next day, Price and Cornish were taken to the dock in Highbury Kearney Court Court One, where the case was heard by Judge Stein.Miss Sunderland represented the prosecutor's office, and her parents, smiling, stood behind a glass partition to watch her handle her first criminal case.Mr. Slade looked a little gloomy. Judge Stein was efficient and kept his deliberations short and to the point.The clerk read a new indictment in the case: murder.Mr. Slade stood up and stated again that his client denied the allegations and reserved their defense.Judge Stein raised his eyebrows at Miss Sunderland.Sunderland requested an additional week in detention.

"What's Mr. Slade's opinion?" Judge Stein asked. "No bail request, sir." "Yes, then, Miss Sunderland. The hearing is scheduled for eleven o'clock next Tuesday morning. Take them down." Price and Cornish were led to the prison van.Miss Sunderland was now very pleased with the complete file.Already in the office she had learned that there would be a preliminary hearing in the case, and that she would attend.It would be best if the dossier could be transferred to Mr. Slade by the prosecutor's office within the next twenty-four hours.Defense preparations can then begin.

"Nasty defense," Slade thought even in the initial stages of the case. "I need a smart lawyer to get the defendant acquitted." The portrait painting went well.The first responders and police officers agreed on what the man on the sidewalk had looked like a week earlier, and the painter got to work.This is a work that requires collective cooperation.The painter paints and wipes and wipes the painting.A face emerged.The features of the eyes, the short gray hair, the line of the jaw.The two had only seen the man with his eyes closed.The painter opened his eyes, and there was a man looking at them, a man who had existed and was now bruised and bruised, a pile of corpses lying in a freezer.

Sheriff Luke Skinner took the painting.He had an acquaintance in the Scotland Yard publicity office who asked the Evening Standard to print it next day.That night, the two of them went to meet the chief criminal reporter.They all know that August is a special month with very little news.It was a good story, and the criminal reporter picked it up.He drew up the caption: "Battered to Death. Do You Know Who He Was?" Along with the sketch of the portrait, a detailed description would accompany the comminuted fracture of his right leg and hip, and Noticeable lameness when walking.Skinner knew that this was their one chance, and their last.