“Order, order! All rise,” the clerk shouted as Lord Justice Sagasius entered the courtroom
“Be seated,” Sagasius said quietly, as he shuffled some papers before him.
“The Crown vs. Talco Remmie,” the clerk announced.
Remmie was led to the dock, and the charges including theft were read out to him.
“How do you plea?”
“Not guilty, My Lord,” Remmie responded.
“Very well,” the old judge replied. “You may proceed.”
The clerk called out, “The Crown calls Senior Constable Fuller.”
Brian Fuller of “The Lasts,” was not very experienced in the High Court, in fact few in the Ninth Precinct had ever had to deal with much more than magistrates.” He took the stand, and repeated the customary oath.
“Senior Constable,” a lawyer began. “How did you come to be involved with this case?”
“Well, I was . . .” Fuller began.
“Please address the bench,” the lawyer reminded.
“Sorry,” Fuller stuttered and then continued. “Well, My Lord, I was on my way from the First Precinct to the Alley House, when the lady there in black came running up to me saying she had been robbed and ruined.”
“And how did you respond?”
Fuller looked down at his notebook and read, “The lady said she had been robbed, and I asked was it her purse or something. She then said no, it was her whole life-savings, and she had been conned and swindled. I then said to her that ‘it sounded like a civil matter to me,’ but she was hysterical, so I wrote down that it were Talco Remmie who had done it.”
“And was there any evidence that Mr. Remmie had perpetrated this so-called ‘swindle?'” the lawyer asked.
“Yes My Lord, The lady said it was so. That’s my evidence,” Fuller replied.
“Would the Defense like to question the witness?”
“I don’t think that will be necessary, My Lord,” the other lawyer responded.
“Thank you Senior Constable?” Sagasius said.
“The Crown calls Mrs. Isabella Temple,” the clerk called.
Isabella Temple took her place and repeated the oath.
“Mrs. Temple,” the lawyer began. “What was the nature of your relationship with the accused?”
“I thought he was my friend,” she responded.
“Was there anything romantic in this ‘friendship?'” the lawyer continued.
“No, not romance. I enjoyed his company, and he seemed a good lunch and theatre companion.”
“Would you call it a relationship?” the lawyer asked.
“No My Lord, merely friendship.”
“How did he get access to your bank?” the lawyer asked.
“I sent a note to allow him enough to pay his back lodging fees,” she said.
“And how much did he draw from your accounts?”
“Twenty three thousand in silver, My Lord,” she said beginning to weep.
“Did you authorise such an amount?”
“No, I made it clear in the note, that it was just for the lodging fees. Mr. Silver should have known that,” she retorted.
“Is this the note?” the lawyer asked as the clerk handed a piece of paper to Mrs. Temple.
“It’s my signature, but not my words,” she said weeping all the more heavily.
“Thank you, Mrs, Temple.”
The defense lawyer took a sheepish look up to the bench, and then said, “I have no questions, My Lord.”
And that was that.
Sagasius went to his chambers, and returned a mere twenty minutes later.
“The Defendant will rise,” the clerk called out.
Judge Sagasius cleared his throat and then began. “Talco Remmie, In all of my years in jurisprudence, your case I found to be one of the most despicable. You have used falsehood, and false friendship to deceive the vulnerable. You have removed the means of an innocent with whom you had forged a trust to care for her daily needs. You have victimised Mrs. Temple both financially and emotionally. I therefore find you guilty of all charges.”
“Do you have a statement before your sentence is announced?” the clerk asked.
“I, I am sorry I took so much, Remmie said. “I am so sorry.”
Sagasius then straightened in his seat. “Talco Remmie, I have entered a guilty verdict, and I am also informed that you, while in Harbourhead, have attempted a similar deceit previously. I therefore am going to give the maximum sentence permitted by the law in such cases. You, Talco Remmie, shall be transported to New Farmington to work at hard labour for a period of no less than thirty years. If you return to the kingdom, before the the said thirty years, your life shall be forfeit.”
All then stood as the judge returned to his chambers.
* * *
Later that evening Alfonso Sagasius KC sat at the dinner table of his elegant home. Across from him sat Isabella Sagasius Temple.
“I hope you can find some comfort now that his is all over, Little Sister.”
“Oh Alfie, I really did love him. That’s what hurts the most.”
“I know, Issie, and I have made him pay for that.”