Chapter 27
1911, Southampton
On Friday morning, after a sleepless night, Raymond Weeks waited for court to be called to order. He hadn’t looked forward to the trial at all, and he definitely wasn’t looking forward to presenting his motion to the judge this morning.
Adan Noble arrived after him. He walked to his position and immediately opened the sealed envelope on his desk. After reading the note, he tucked it away in his briefcase.
“How’s the defendant, Mr. Weeks?” the judge asked once the court session was opened.
Weeks remained standing, but Noble sat since the judge didn’t address him.
“The defendant is better, sir,” Weeks said, “but he is still confined to an infirmary bed.”
“Is he conscious?”
“Yes, he was conscious most of yesterday, and they said he woke up at seven this mo
