Sentence The Fivehundredandeightieth

  

"You can scream blue murder all you want," said the suave duty solicitor, Danny Cohen, with the careful enunciation of one who might have been addressing a bucolic Heilan' Bobby on Skye or Lewis "but you have said nothing that remotely imputes my client in connection either with the sad, indeed tragic, accidental death of his dearly beloved wife Agatha - who always said to Mr MacDonald that, were she to predecease him she hoped that he would marry again for she knew that he would always need a wife to look after him, in the same way as his mother had looked after him before his marriage, as indeed she had his own father - or, indeed with the alleged death of some other person whom you purport to be passing himself as Mr MacDonald in The Gorbals and elsewhere, for we need only use two words to demonstrate the paucity of evidence you hold: Habeas Corpus," and leaned back in his chair, justifiably sure of having demonstrated his own savoir-faire and watching the Detective Inspector's jaw working, then continued: "produce the evidence, produce the body, produce the means, produce the motive, and with regard to the hypothetical that my client is Reichsmarschall Hermann Goering, produce the Miracle, or didn't you read the newspaper, Inspector: Goering committed suicide a few weeks ago, in Nuremberg, in Germany, and I don't believe that Jesus Christ was passing by just then! take my client to Court on this flim-flam and you'll be laughed off the Force, and I'm willing to wager you £100 on that!"