scuttled between her
master and Hendrych. She was wondering why he hadn't talked the
whole time they were visiting the gloomy school. Her pitter-patter
brought a smile to Hendrych's face. They both speculated where
Kroupa was heading now. When they were sitting comfortably in the
Spider, Kroupa said: "The Births and Deaths Registry,
PLEASE."
"What's
there?" Hendrych wondered.
"The births register. "
Kroupa spent an hour in the stone building, achieving
nothing significant, while Hendrych and Sara walked the boring corridors.
Hendrych sometimes turned his head to follow a young clerk, usually
female, who passed stealthily by. They all looked the same, with
their important walks and unsmiling. For a moment Hendrych wondered
if he also projected the same image at his office, and he asked
Sara. She whined, giving her negative answer. She was bored,
contemplating how people could work there. They were both very
happy when Kroupa reappeared.
"There are still some things I have to check. You and
Sara had
better go back to the hotel and I’ll take the train when I’m
finished. You need fresh air.”
“Okay then. S ee you tomorrow?"
"Yes, and
drive carefully."
Kroupa waited till the roof of the Spider was retracted and
the two travellers were on their way, and he headed to another
stone building. Then, on the way to his hotel, he made an important
visit to
Miss Whiteford. Then he was satisfied that he’d finally found what
he was looking for.
--------------
"Les, I have a case for you. The charge is two counts of
felony, the defendant is indigent and will require counsel. We will
need an arrest warrant and two police for the arrest. When can I
talk to you? The sooner the better. I don't want a third felony.
When can we proceed? There needs to be a preliminary hearing. I’m
ready. Tomorrow at ten at the police station? That's fine. See you
tomorrow."
Kroupa put the phone down and faced Hendrych, who had the
bewildering look of an imbecile. "So, what’s going on? I'm
listening, eagerly waiting for my exclusive."
"Don't you want to wait for th e preliminary examination? It’ll be
official. If you publish anything before, it could be viewed as
contempt of court," Kroupa bluffed.
"What do you
mean?"
"If you publish anything that can influence the jury, it would be
very hard to find anybody who doesn't read your articles. So you'd
better wait. People trust your opinion."
"I don't have an opinion. I report the facts." Hendrych said annoyed.
"At least let me write a draft for myself, and that way I'll have
it ready and I’ll be able to get it into the press before anybody
else."
Kroupa thought for a moment and agreed. He valued these
'walk-throughs' with Hendrych. He asked a lot of questions and thus
occasionally discovered the weak links in Kroupa's hypotheses. A
thorough rehearsal before his meeting with the DPP Les Lee was a
good idea, after all. He opened a can of Guinness, waited for
Hendrych to prepare his Martini, sat in the most comfortable chair
in the hotel room, took a deep breath and began:
" What we are looking at here is a premeditated and vicious
crime. The accused committed two murders, not for profit, but in
vengeance. Young Miss Gertrude Winterbottom was attending a high
school in Armidale, when she fell in love with a middle-aged man
named Stanley Lackey. They had no intention of getting married, but
she fell pregnant by the man and he asked her to go to The New
England Private Hospital, the only hospital in Armidale, to have an
abortion. There was a nurse at the hospital by the name of Sandra
Whiteford. She talked to young Gertrude and offered her asylum at
her house, if she would carry the pregnancy through. When the baby
was born, Gertrude gave Angelina up for adoption, as soon as she was weaned. The adoptive
parents, Edward and Emma Baldwin lived in Coogee, an affluent
suburb in Eastern Sydney. Angelina Baldwin grew up in
an affectionate family. Perhaps too affectionate. She grew into a
very
master and Hendrych. She was wondering why he hadn't talked the
whole time they were visiting the gloomy school. Her pitter-patter
brought a smile to Hendrych's face. They both speculated where
Kroupa was heading now. When they were sitting comfortably in the
Spider, Kroupa said: "The Births and Deaths Registry,
PLEASE."
"What's
there?" Hendrych wondered.
"The births register. "
Kroupa spent an hour in the stone building, achieving
nothing significant, while Hendrych and Sara walked the boring corridors.
Hendrych sometimes turned his head to follow a young clerk, usually
female, who passed stealthily by. They all looked the same, with
their important walks and unsmiling. For a moment Hendrych wondered
if he also projected the same image at his office, and he asked
Sara. She whined, giving her negative answer. She was bored,
contemplating how people could work there. They were both very
happy when Kroupa reappeared.
"There are still some things I have to check. You and
Sara had
better go back to the hotel and I’ll take the train when I’m
finished. You need fresh air.”
“Okay then. S ee you tomorrow?"
"Yes, and
drive carefully."
Kroupa waited till the roof of the Spider was retracted and
the two travellers were on their way, and he headed to another
stone building. Then, on the way to his hotel, he made an important
visit to
Miss Whiteford. Then he was satisfied that he’d finally found what
he was looking for.
--------------
"Les, I have a case for you. The charge is two counts of
felony, the defendant is indigent and will require counsel. We will
need an arrest warrant and two police for the arrest. When can I
talk to you? The sooner the better. I don't want a third felony.
When can we proceed? There needs to be a preliminary hearing. I’m
ready. Tomorrow at ten at the police station? That's fine. See you
tomorrow."
Kroupa put the phone down and faced Hendrych, who had the
bewildering look of an imbecile. "So, what’s going on? I'm
listening, eagerly waiting for my exclusive."
"Don't you want to wait for th e preliminary examination? It’ll be
official. If you publish anything before, it could be viewed as
contempt of court," Kroupa bluffed.
"What do you
mean?"
"If you publish anything that can influence the jury, it would be
very hard to find anybody who doesn't read your articles. So you'd
better wait. People trust your opinion."
"I don't have an opinion. I report the facts." Hendrych said annoyed.
"At least let me write a draft for myself, and that way I'll have
it ready and I’ll be able to get it into the press before anybody
else."
Kroupa thought for a moment and agreed. He valued these
'walk-throughs' with Hendrych. He asked a lot of questions and thus
occasionally discovered the weak links in Kroupa's hypotheses. A
thorough rehearsal before his meeting with the DPP Les Lee was a
good idea, after all. He opened a can of Guinness, waited for
Hendrych to prepare his Martini, sat in the most comfortable chair
in the hotel room, took a deep breath and began:
" What we are looking at here is a premeditated and vicious
crime. The accused committed two murders, not for profit, but in
vengeance. Young Miss Gertrude Winterbottom was attending a high
school in Armidale, when she fell in love with a middle-aged man
named Stanley Lackey. They had no intention of getting married, but
she fell pregnant by the man and he asked her to go to The New
England Private Hospital, the only hospital in Armidale, to have an
abortion. There was a nurse at the hospital by the name of Sandra
Whiteford. She talked to young Gertrude and offered her asylum at
her house, if she would carry the pregnancy through. When the baby
was born, Gertrude gave Angelina up for adoption, as soon as she was weaned. The adoptive
parents, Edward and Emma Baldwin lived in Coogee, an affluent
suburb in Eastern Sydney. Angelina Baldwin grew up in
an affectionate family. Perhaps too affectionate. She grew into a
very
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