Alex Redmayne asked Danny and his fiancee to go over what had taken place that night again and again, as he searched for any inconsistencies in his client's story. He found none, and when the money ran out he still agreed to conduct his defense.
"Mr. Craig," began Alex Redmayne, not tugging his lapels or touching his wig, "I am sure it is unnecessary for me to remind you that you are still under oath, and of the added responsibility that carries for a barrister."
"Tread carefully, Mr. Redmayne," interjected the judge. "Remember that it is your client who is on trial, not the witness."
"We shall see if you still feel that way, m'lord, when the time comes for your summing up."
"Mr. Redmayne," said the judge sharply, "it is not your responsibility to remind me of my role in this courtroom. Your job is to question the witnesses, mine to deal with any points of law that arise, and then let us both leave the jury to decide on the verdict."
"If your lordship pleases," said Redmayne, turning back to face the witness. "Mr. Craig, what time did you and your friends arrive at the Dunlop Arms that evening?"
"I don't recall the exact time," Craig replied.
"Then let me try and jog your memory. Was it seven? Seven-thirty? Eight o'clock?"
"Nearer eight, I suspect."
"So you had already been drinking for some three hours by the time my client, his fiancee and his closest friend walked into the bar."
"As I have already told the court, I did not see them arrive."
"Quite so," said Redmayne, mimicking Pearson. "And how much drink had you consumed by, let's say, eleven o'clock?"
"I've no idea. It was Gerald's thirtieth birthday so no one was counting."
"Well, as we have established that you had been drinking for over three hours, shall we settle on half a dozen bottles of wine? Or perhaps it was seven, even eight?"
"Five at the most," retorted Craig, "which is hardly extravagant for four people."
"I would normally agree with you, Mr. Craig, had not one of your companions said in his written statement that he drank only Diet Coke, while another just had one or two glasses of wine because he was driving."
"But I didn't have to drive," said Craig. "The Dunlop Arms is my local, and I live only a hundred yards away."
"Only a hundred yards away?" repeated Redmayne. When Craig didn't respond, he continued, "You told the court that you were not aware of any other customers being in the bar until you heard raised voices."
"That is correct."
"When you claim you heard the defendant say: 'Then why don't we go outside and sort it out?' "
"That is also correct."
"But isn't it the truth, Mr. Craig, that it was you who started this whole quarrel when you delivered another unforgettable remark to my client as he was leaving"-he glanced down at his notes-" 'When you've finished with her, my friends and I have just enough left over for a gang bang'?" Redmayne waited for Craig to reply, but again he remained silent. "Can I assume from your failure to respond that I am correct?"
"You can assume nothing of the sort, Mr. Redmayne. I simply didn't consider your question worthy of a response," replied Craig with disdain.
"I do hope that you feel, Mr. Craig, that my next question is worthy of a response, because I would suggest that when Mr. Wilson told you that you were 'full of shit,' it was you who said: 'Then why don't we go outside and sort it out?' "
"I think that sounds more like the kind of language one would expect from your client," responded Craig.
"Or from a man who had had a little too much to drink and was showing off to his drunken friends in front of a beautiful women?"
"I must remind you once again, Mr. Redmayne," interjected the judge, "that it is your client who is on trial in this case, not Mr. Craig."
Redmayne gave a slight bow, but when he raised his eyes, he noticed that the jury was hanging on his every word. "I suggest, Mr. Craig," he continued, "that you left by the front door and ran around to the back because you wanted a fight."
"I only went into the alley after I'd heard the scream."
"Was that when you picked up a knife from the end of the bar?"
"I did no such thing," said Craig sharply. "Your client grabbed the knife when he was on his way out, as I made clear in my statement."
"Is that the statement you so carefully crafted when you couldn't get to sleep later that night?" asked Redmayne.
Again, Craig didn't respond.
"Perhaps this is another example of something that's unworthy of your consideration?" Redmayne suggested. "Did any of your friends follow you out into the alley?"
"No, they did not."
"So they didn't witness the fight you had with Mr. Cartwright?"
"How could they, when I did not have a fight with Mr. Cartwright."
"Did you get a Boxing Blue when you were at Cambridge, Mr. Craig?"
Craig hesitated. "Yes, I did."
"And while at Cambridge, were you rusticated for-"
"Is this relevant?" demanded Mr. Justice Sackville.
"I am happy to leave that decision to the jury, m'lord," said Redmayne. Turning back to Craig, he continued, "Were you rusticated from Cambridge after being involved in a drunken brawl with some locals whom you later described to the magistrates as a 'bunch of yobs'?"
"That was years ago, when I was still an undergraduate."
"And were you, years later, on the night of September eighteenth 1999, picking another quarrel with another 'bunch of yobs' when you resorted to using the knife you'd picked up from the bar?"
"As I've already told you, it wasn't me who picked up the knife, but I did witness your client stabbing Mr. Wilson in the chest."
"And then you returned to the bar?"
"Yes, I did, when I immediately called the emergency services."
"Let us try to be a little more accurate, shall we, Mr. Craig. You didn't actually call the emergency services. In fact, you phoned a detective sergeant Fuller on his mobile."
"That's correct, Redmayne, but you seem to forget that I was reporting a crime, and was well aware that Fuller would alert the emergency services. Indeed, if you recall, the ambulance arrived before the detective sergeant."
"Some minutes before," emphasized Redmayne. "However, I'm curious to know how you were so conveniently in possession of a junior police officer's mobile phone number."
We had both been recently involved in a major drugs trial that required several lengthy consultations, sometimes at very short notice."
"So DS Fuller is a friend of yours."
"I hardly know the man," said Craig. "Our relationship is strictly professional."
"I suggest, Mr. Craig, that you knew him well enough to phone and make sure that he heard your side of the story first."
"Fortunately, there are four other witnesses to verify my side of the story."
"And I look forward to cross-examining each one of your close friends, Mr. Craig, as I'm curious to discover why, after you had returned to the bar, you advised them to go home."