ONE FATAL FLAW

Rising barrister Daniel Pitt reluctantly accepts a case that entangles him with a professional adversary as formidable as he is unscrupulous.

Jessie Beale assures Daniel that despite all the evidence against him, her boyfriend, Rob Adwell, didn’t bludgeon Paddy Jackson, his sometime partner in crime, or set fire to the warehouse they’d planned to rob, the place where Paddy’s body was found. Desperate for an expert witness to refute the medical testimony, Daniel and Miriam fford Croft, the daughter of his head of chambers, who’s partnered with him in two earlier cases (Triple Jeopardy, 2019, etc.), ask Sir Barnabas Saltram, the forensic pathologist who discouraged Miriam from pursuing her medical studies 20 years ago, to examine Jackson’s corpse, assuming that his nonpareil reputation will give whatever alternative theory of the crime he advances well-nigh irrefutable status. Their plan works all too well. Bolstered by Saltram’s testimony, Adwell is found not guilty, setting the stage for his own death in a remarkably similar arson two months later. Jessie Beale, who all but confesses her guilt to Daniel, smilingly tells him that Saltram’s testimony will surely get her off as well—especially since the distinguished expert couldn’t possibly refuse to testify, because that would indicate he had doubts about his theory of Rob Adwell’s death. Now Daniel labors to do everything he can to get his own client convicted while giving every public sign of mounting a vigorous defense. And the ancient case in which Saltram first proposed the theory Daniel used as Adwell’s brief offers still more twists before the curtain comes crashing down.

Reliable Edwardian legal suspense, liberally flavored with contemporary feminism, from an old pro.