17 : Mr. Campion’s Case for the DefenceRitchie was standing in the huge multi-coloured marble hall at the Old Bailey, which had the smell of a public library and was full of people who talked together with that peculiar excited anxiety almost always reserved for other people’s troubles, when Mr. Campion found him and led him to one side.
He was obviously shaken by the experience of the morning and it was some time before Campion, who was tired, could be sure that he was getting his full attention.
“There won’t be anything more of interest today,” Campion repeated slowly and with emphasis. “I want you to come away with me now and give me a hand. It’s important.”
“Leave the court?” said Ritchie, his gentle eyes blinking at his friend.
“Yes, if you would.” Mr. Campion was very patient. “I
