Sitting it out
- Two men were aquitted by Percy Hoskins
Secker, 221 pp, £9.95, May 1984, ISBN 0 436 20161 5
The trial of Dr John Bodkin Adams at the Old Bailey in 1957 was one of the causes célèbres of the post-war years. Apart from sex, it had everything. Adams was a fashionable Eastbourne doctor. Portly. With a chauffeur-driven Rolls. Charged with murdering one of his rich old women patients, for a chest of silver. There were strong hints she was not his only victim. The Attorney-General prosecuted in person. The press had a field day. And Percy Hoskins, doyen crime reporter of the Daily Express, was there. Covering a story in which he himself had played no mean part. He didn’t believe in the Doctor’s guilt. But Beaverbrook, his proprietor, evidently did. If the story had gone wrong, it could have broken Hoskins. Roughly, that is the style in which this book is written. Plain. Direct. Hard-hitting, now that both the Doctor and Hoskins’s main villain, Superintendent Herbert Hannam of the Yard, are safely dead. It quickly becomes infectious. And if you like the pace of crime reporting in the popular press enough to put up with this continuous burst of machine-gun fire over more than two hundred pages, you will like the book. But even if you do not, it is still worth reading, for it gives a vivid account of a case that had more than one layer. The layer the public saw is the one Hoskins reports. Its catharsis came in the great battle of the legal and medical giants at the Old Bailey. In a trial for murder by poisoning, it was the tradition that the Attorney-General himself should lead for the prosecution. In the other corner, Adams was represented by Geoffrey Lawrence QC, one of the most skilful advocates of his day, whose normal practice lay in the civil rather than the criminal courts. Not for him the faded Rumpole clichés of ‘I am bound to put it to you, Mr Snooks, that what you are telling My Lord and the jury on your sacred oath in this court is a tissue of lies’: his cross-examinations, especially of the prosecution’s forensic experts, were meticulously planned, cool, subtle and ultimately deadly. The transcripts became coveted possessions at the Bar, cherished as paradigms of the art from which youngsters were encouraged to learn how the real masters did it.
Lawrence and his client also had more than the usual share of luck. Nurses who gave damning evidence of the drugs which the Doctor was said to have administered to his patient were shattered when the defence presented them with their own contemporary notebooks, recording a very different story. An Eastbourne commuter heard one of them say to the other on the morning train on their way to the Old Bailey, ‘Don’t you say that, or you’ll get me into trouble,’ and conscientiously reported it to the defence, so that Lawrence was able to use it to damning effect on the same day. Lawrence took one huge gamble: he decided not to put his client into the witness box. The real reason for that lies in a deeper layer of the case which Mr Hoskins, as a fervent believer in the accused’s innocence, is apt to play down. For, though the Doctor was not a murderer, he was a pretty unsavoury character in some other ways – including forged prescriptions and certificates, and illicit trading in heroin and morphia, for which he was later convicted and struck off the register for four years.
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