Chapter Seventy-six
Matthew had heard numerous anecdotes about the Court of Criminal Appeal, but this was the first time that he had entered that much-feared courtroom. The three senior judges that constituted the bench were of a similar age, perhaps mid-sixties, he assessed. Their faces were impassive, their demeanour was cold, and Matthew knew theirs was not a courtroom that countenanced any frivolity.
The barristers announced their appearances and the judge seated in the middle nodded towards Matthew. He rose to his feet and commenced in a slightly nervous voice.
‘My client is requesting that the trial verdict be annulled, and that a verdict of not guilty be entered on all charges, Your Honour.’
Three pairs of eyebrows rose in unison.
‘Indeed, Mr Jameson. I trust that you have some
