Free Brothers In Law by Henry Cecil Page B

was that?”
    â€˜â€œâ€˜But,’ my Lord.”
    â€˜â€œYes, Mr Galloway?”
    â€˜â€œâ€˜But,’ my Lord.”
    â€˜â€œBut what, Mr Galloway?”
    â€˜â€œJust ‘but,’ my Lord.”
    â€˜â€œI’m afraid I’m out of my depth,” said another Lord Justice. “Are you still addressing us, Mr Galloway?”
    â€˜â€œYes, my Lord.”
    â€˜â€œThen what did you mean when you said ‘but’ to my brother?”
    â€˜â€œThat was what I said, my Lord.”
    â€˜â€œI know you did, twice. But why?”
    â€˜â€œI couldn’t think of anything else to say, my Lord.”
    â€˜â€œNow, look,” said Lord Justice Brand. “Let us get this straight. You didn’t say ‘but’ to us–?”
    â€˜â€œOh, yes, he did,” said Lord Justice Rowe.
    â€˜â€œI know, I know,” said Lord Justice Brand. “Please let me finish. The ‘but’ you said to us was the ‘but’ you said to the learned County Court judge, or to put it more accurately, it was another ‘but’ but the same word. ‘But’ is what you said to the County Court judge.”
    â€˜â€œYes, my Lord,” said Galloway.
    â€˜Lord Justice Brand sat back in his chair triumphantly.
    â€˜â€œBut,” said Lord Justice Rowe, “if I may be forgiven the use of the word, but is that all you said to the learned judge?”
    â€˜â€œYes, my Lord, just ‘but.’”
    â€˜â€œBut it doesn’t mean anything.”
    â€˜â€œI didn’t get a chance to say anything more, my Lord, and I was too flabbergasted.”
    â€˜â€œReally, Mr Galloway,” said Lord Justice Brand. “When I was at the Bar, I considered it to be my duty in the interests of my client to stand up to the judge and, if necessary, to be rude to him, yes, to be rude to him. I cannot believe that counsel of your experience would allow a thing like that to happen unchallenged.”
    â€˜In the end, of course, they allowed the appeal and sent the case back to the County Court to be properly heard before another judge, but not before poor Galloway’s mildness had been further criticized.
    â€˜A week later he had an accident case before Boyle – the judge you’re going to meet. Galloway was appearing for the plaintiff. He got up and started to open the case to the jury, explaining to them where the accident happened and so on. He was just saying: “Now, members of the jury, at that juncture the defendant’s car without any warning of any kind whatsoever–” when the judge interrupted: “Mr Galloway, might I have a plan, please?”
    â€˜â€œBe quiet,” said Galloway and continued to address the jury. “And without any warning of any kind whatsoever–”
    â€˜Just as the Court of Appeal could not believe what was said to have happened in Musgrave’s Court, Boyle couldn’t believe he’d heard Galloway aright. Galloway was a polite man and his behaviour was normally impeccable.
    â€˜â€œI really can’t follow this without a plan,” said Boyle.
    â€˜â€œWill you be quiet,” said Galloway and started to go on addressing the jury. But not for long. This time the judge had no doubt what had been said.
    â€˜â€œHave you taken leave of your senses, Mr Galloway?” he said angrily. “How dare you speak to me like that!”
    â€˜â€œWell, your Honour,” said Galloway. “I was told last week by the Court of Appeal that it was my duty to be rude to the judge.”’

Chapter Six
His Honour Judge Boyle
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    They arrived at the Court in plenty of time and went straight to the robing-room. It was crowded with solicitors and counsel.
    â€˜Hullo, Henry, are we against one another?’ said a middle-aged barrister.
    â€˜I don’t know. I’m in – now what’s the name of it? Wait a minute,