For the Roses (62 page)

There was a thunderous round of applause as Harrison took his seat. Even Judge Burns clapped for him. He nodded to Harrison, took another gulp of water, and then called John Quincy Adam Clayborne to the stand.

Adam moved to the chair at the end of the judge's table. He sat as straight as a general.

"Did you kill Walter Adderley, Adam?" the judge asked.

"No, sir, I did not."

"Tell me what you recollect of that day."

Adam did just that. He spoke in a low voice. The room was as quiet as an empty cathedral, and the people in the back rows barely had to strain to hear his every word.

Adam left out the fact that he'd struck Adderley in the chin. The blow hadn't done any damage. The big man he was trying to get to leave Livonia alone didn't even flinch when he'd hit him. Besides, Harrison had told him to keep that information to himself.

"I got one last question to ask you before you go back to your chair, Adam. How come your mama didn't come here to live with all of you after the war was over and all the slaves were freed?"

"Mistress Livonia was almost blind back then and very dependent on my mother for every little thing. If you knew my mama, you'd understand she couldn't have turned her back on the helpless woman. She stayed on to take care of her."

"Livonia Adderley has two sons sitting right over there. Didn't they help their mother?"

"No, sir, they didn't."

"All right. You can get on back now."

The judge waited until Adam was sitting down at his table before he called his next witness. "Lionel Adderley, it's your turn to talk. Sit yourself down in the chair. I'll ask you questions as we go along, and when I'm done, Harrison will have his turn questioning you. What's all that commotion going on at the door, Dooley," he shouted.

"It's Miss Blue Belle, Judge. She's saying you told her she could come on in."

"Let her in then," the judge bellowed. "She can squeeze herself in next to Travis on the aisle there." Everyone paused to watch Blue Belle stroll down the aisle. She smiled at the judge and sat down where he directed her.

"Thank you, Judge," she called out.

"You're welcome, Blue Belle. You sure look pretty today in your blue dress."

"Judge, honey, you know I always wear blue. I'm glad it pleases you." He nodded, then turned to Lionel. He and Harrison both noticed the disgust on the southerner's face. Lionel was staring at Blue Belle while he sneered.

The judge's back arched in reaction, and his lips puckered.

"Tell me what you know, Lionel. Be quick about it."

"My brother and I found the nigger's letters to his mother. When we read them, we knew Adam had killed our father."

"Hold on now. I just read those same letters, and I didn't come away with that notion."

"The nigger admits running, doesn't he? He grabbed hold of my poor daddy too, didn't he? He knew the punishment for touching a white man, but he did it anyway. He should die for his murder and his insolence, and I'm here to see that he does. I'll admit he didn't write down that he killed my father. My brother and I went to our mother to find out exactly what happened. You've got the paper we wrote the facts down on as she told us the truth, and then we put a pen in her hand and she signed it. She says the nigger killed my father. That's all the proof you need."

"It's damning evidence all right," the judge agreed. "Were there any witnesses to your mother's confession?"

"Yes, my brother Reginald was there… and the nigger's mother. She didn't count though. A southerner knows better than to trust anything a nigger says."

Harrison could feel the hate oozing out of the man. He looked at the jury to see how they were reacting. They seemed uncomfortable, for several squirmed in their chairs, but they didn't hate Lionel Adderley. Yet.

It was time for him to go to work.

"It's your turn, Harrison."

He leaned close to Adam. "Don't believe a word I say. If Inod , you'll know I'm lying. Tell your brothers and sister, but don't let anyone else hear you."

Harrison made a lot of noise scraping his chair back to distract anyone from overhearing Adam speak to the family.

He walked to the judge's table first. "Well, now, maybe that's damning evidence, and then again, maybe

it isn't. We're going to have to see about that, aren't we?"

"We surely are."

Harrison turned to Lionel. He stared at him a long half minute. He wanted the jurors to see the look of repulsion on his face.

His voice was mild and mellow when he began his interrogation. "I like to think I'm like my father, God rest his soul. He was a good man. Are you like your father, Lionel?"

"I suppose I am. I'm his proud son."

"Well, then, you admire him."

"Yes. Everyone admired my daddy."

"What happened after he died? Did things change around the plantation?"

"The war came. That's what happened."

"I'll bet you think your daddy could have stopped it from happening. You think so too, don't you, being such a proud-of-your-daddy son and all."

"We'll never know, will we?" Lionel sneered. "He might have stopped it. He would have made a difference in our lives though. We lost everything and Daddy never would have let that happen."

"How old were you when your daddy died?"

"Seventeen."

"And your younger brother? How old was he?"

"Twelve."

"Seventeen's old enough to fight. Did you sign up for duty, Lionel?"

"No, but only because I have a physical ailment that prevented me from serving in the Confederate Army."

"What might that ailment be, Lionel?"

"Do I have to tell, Judge?"

"Yes, you do."

"My feet," he snapped. "They're flat. I broke the arches. I can't walk long distances."

"Flat feet kept you out of the Confederate Army?"

"Yes."

Harrison didn't believe him. He knew no one else in the courtroom did either.

"Did your father ever strike you?"

"No, never."

He was lying again. Harrison walked over to the table, picked up a Bible, and held it out for Lionel to see.

The judge hadn't bothered with the formality of swearing everyone in. Harrison decided to correct that error now.

"When this court was called into session and Honorable John Burns walked inside, it was more than showing him the respect he's due. It was the signal to everyone here that what was said from that moment on would be truthful. I don't have any patience with perjury. You're wasting the jury's valuable time as well as the judge's. I now ask you once again, did your father ever strike you?" Lionel shrugged. "A slap every now and then. Nothing like…" Harrison leapt on the opening. "Nothing like what he did to your mother?"

"She provoked him," Lionel shouted. "A man's wife should be obedient. Mother knew that. She liked to pick fights with him. She knew he had a temper."

"Were some of the fights about you boys?"

"Maybe. I can't say."

"You can't? Well, now, I've got a signed statement from one of your neighbors who happened inside your house one day and saw you and Reginald hiding behind your mama's skirts while your father beat on her. She let him pound away so she could protect you."

"I was very young."

"You were sixteen. Almost a man. You were already bigger than your mama."

"You make it sound worse than it was."

Lionel turned to the judge. "My daddy's behavior isn't on trial here. That nigger boy is. Do your job and remind your attorney."

"Don't you go telling me my job," Burns growled.

"That's telling him, honey," Blue Belle called out.

The judge smiled. "Harrison?" he said then. "I guess you know where you're headed." Lionel was on edge. Harrison decided to let him relax a minute before he went in for the kill. He nodded to the judge before turning to the witness again.

"I agree with you, Lionel. Your daddy's behavior isn't on trial. Are you an honest man?"

"Every southern gentleman is an honest man."

"Was Livonia's confession forced? Did you coerce her into signing the paper?"

"I most certainly did not. She wanted to tell. She'd held it inside for a long time. She was afraid."

"Afraid of what?"

"The nigger taking care of her. My mother knew that if she told, the nigger mama would kill her."

"Disregard that last stupid remark, jury. He's speaking what he can't know for certain," the judge ordered.

"If Rose was as mean as you paint her to be, why didn't she kill your mother a whole hell of a lot sooner and leave?"

"She didn't have the guts, that's why. She had opportunity. She was too stupid to know it."

"You weren't around your mama much after your father died, were you?"

"It was difficult to watch her losing her sight. My brother and I stayed in the main house. She and her nigger moved into a cottage on the edge of the property."

"Did you take over for your father?"

"I tried."

Harrison nodded. He walked over to the jury and looked at them. "Here's the way I see it. Lionel says his mother's confession wasn't coerced, and he expects all of you to believe him. He's white, after all. We should believe him over Adam, shouldn't we? Well, now, I think maybe I ought to find out if Lionel is telling us the truth. If he lies about one thing, he's gonna lie about another, isn't he? That's the way I see it. Yes, sir, I do. Lionel, what do you think of our little town?"

"I like it just fine."

"You like the people here?"

"Yes, I do. They're very pleasant."

"Did you spend a lot of time this past week in town?"

"My brother and I had to stay. We wanted to go riding up in the mountains, but there weren't any horses available to rent, and we'd come here by stagecoach."

"Did you spend some time in Morrison's nice general store?"

"Yes."

"Did you spend some time in the saloon?"

"Yes."

"So you met quite a few nice people, didn't you?"

"Yes."

"Did you meet anyone you didn't like?"

Lionel pretended to have to think about it. "No, I liked everyone just fine."

"Even our own Blue Belle? Did you like her too?"

Lionel must have figured where he was being led. He gave the judge a quick glance, then closed his mouth.

"Answer his question, Lionel," the judge ordered.

"Yes, I liked her just as much as I liked everyone else."

Harrison's voice changed then. He let his disdain and his anger sound in his tone.

"You got a strange notion about what's nice and what isn't. Fact is, you're lying, aren't you, Lionel? You hate every one of us."

"That isn't true."

"And Belle?" he prodded once again.

"I like Belle fine."

"He's lying, Judge," Blue Belle shouted. "He called me a filthy, nickel-dollar whore. He said it in front of Billie too."

"She is a whore." Lionel defended.

Harrison smiled. He turned around. "Thank you, Blue Belle," he drawled out. "It was right nice of you to help out.

"Now, we got us another problem, Judge. It seems what we consider nice and what the southern boys consider nice are two different things. Lionel, you think maybe nice means disgusting to you boys?" Lionel didn't answer him. Harrison continued to press. "What about the other women in town? What about Mary Rose?"

"She's trash. She's living with a nigger, isn't she?"

Harrison didn't lose his control. He wanted to punch the son-of-bitch for insulting his wife, of course. He was going to destroy him instead.

"Harrison, what's this about? Why are you questioning him about the town folk?" the judge asked.

"Goes to character, Judge," Harrison answered. "If a man says he's telling the truth, I have to find out if I can believe him."

The judge agreed. "What about Catherine Morrison? What nice thing did you have to say about her to Dooley and Henry and Ghost?"

"I don't recall."

"Well, now, I do. I had Henry write it down, too, and sign it. We'll get him on up here if we need to and let him say what happened."

Harrison walked back to the table and took the top paper. He handed it to the judge. "Lionel called our Catherine a man-sniffing whore, and that he was sure she'd had most of the men in Blue Belle. He suggested to Henry that she go into business with Belle. He had a few things to say about her mama too. I'm not going to repeat them. They're too foul. You can read them to the jury if you want." The judge did just that. Harrison deliberately avoided looking at John Morrison. He went back to the table and collected four other signed papers, and when the judge had finished reading what Henry had written down, Harrison handed him the other evidence.

He went back to Lionel. "The fact is simple for all of us to understand. You hold all of us in contempt, don't you, Lionel. We aren't citified and probably not very sophisticated by your southern boy standards, and so we're lower than snakes to you, aren't we? You've spent the last week mocking all of us and laughing at us. Half the town heard you."

Lionel straightened up in his chair and glared at Harrison. His hatred was more than evident now. "So what if I think you are? I've suffered intolerable conditions this past week so that I could see justice served. Yes, my brother and I think you're all dirty, uncivilized swill. What we think doesn't change a thing. My mother signed the confession, saying the nigger's guilty. That's all that matters."

"But you just perjured yourself, now didn't you, Lionel?"

"I merely tried to be tactful."

"Why now? You've been anything but tactful all week. Did you coerce your mother into signing that paper?" Harrison shouted his last question.

"No, I did not, and you can't prove otherwise," Lionel shouted back.

"Your Honor, when this is finished, I want this man locked up for perjury. I'm not finished with him, but I would like to call him back to the stand after you hear from another witness." The judge was glaring at Lionel. "All right. Get out of the chair, Lionel, but don't leave the court." Harrison called Alfred Mitchell to the stand. He took the time to swear him in by having the man place his hand on the Bible.