CHAPTER 99
“What court are we in?” Dee Dee asked Jane, as they stood outside the imposing, Gothic-style building that housed the Royal Courts of Justice.
“Sebastian said it was number three,” Jane replied. “Is everyone here?” She surveyed their group and did a head count. “Where is Emily?”
“Sebastian said she’s running a bit late,” Peppy said.
“Do you think we should go in?” Susie looked at her watch. “We’ve got about twenty-five minutes.”
“And we want to get the best seats,” Dee Dee agreed.
They had hired a minibus and driven up to London from the village early that morning in a show of support for Robin Hartford QC, who was heading up their case. He had done a marvellous job thus far and they were confident he would be able to swing the result in their favour now he was in possessi
