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Frank sat there writhing in the uncomfortable old wooden
chair and fidgeted awkwardly.
"So am I right in assuming Mr. Frank Halford that on the night in question you were drinkin' in the 'Tar and
Feathers' public drinking house in Aysgarth?"
Frank squirmed a little more.
"Answer the question Frank!"
"Yes, yes.." Frank managed to stammer. "I had stopped off for a few pints and a steak and Kidney
pie after a long day at the office."
There are murmurs from the jurors, as they look shaking their heads at the defendant.
"And further is it true, that you drunk more than you should of perhaps?"
Frank nodded glumly "Yes" he muttered.
"Speak up Frank-We could not all hear you."
"Yes," Frank said a little louder "I suppose I did."
"What happened immediately after you left the public house" The judge prompted.
"I got into my Ford and began to drive back to my house, in Leyburn."
"And?" The Judge pressed,
The jurors were hanging onto each syllable now.
"I didn't see him, he just came from nowhere?" Frank was getting more and more nervous at this point.
His face was starting to get flushed and his breathing was becoming more and more difficult.
"Then what happened?" the judge was getting angry.
"I h h hit him." Frank stammered not able to look anyone in the eye.
"Who did you hit" The Judge shouted.
"That fellow over there, the one with the broken arm, I bloody well hit him. I did not mean too. He came from
nowhere. I swear." He pointed at Jimmy Miller.
Mr. Miller, the self proclaimed judge and Jimmy Miller's father, climbed down from the top of the large haystack
he had been sitting on in the barn.
"So…Members of the Jury." He looked at the four weather -worn gentlemen, sitting on the barn's straw
covered floor, cross legged.
"How do you find the defendant?"
Thomas Miller, the oldest Miller son, solemnly stood up and nodded to his three brothers who were examining his
every move. He walked purposely directly up to Frank and placed his face just a few inches from his and stared
directly into his terrified eyes.
"GUILTY" He cried as saliva darted out of his mouth. "We find him guilty."
"Excellent" the judge replied. "Do you have anything else to say before we decide on your punishment?"
Frank examined the old ropes that had been used to expertly bind his legs and hands to the old wooden chair. He
thought back to yesterday evening.
"I did indeed stop off at the Feathers as I often do" Perspiration was starting to form on his brow as
he spoke.. "I am a single man, and enjoy the company of the friendly locals." The Millers just watched
and listened to him in apparent disgust. "At nine o' clock it was time to go on home. I was in such a good
mood as I climbed into my car and set off down the road. It was then it happened I was startled by the sight of
a figure in a gray long tattered raincoat who seemed to appear from nowhere. He was brandishing an axe, and declaring
for me to stop. I tried to just drive past him, but the figure lunged at me .. After hitting him there seemed much
commotion, a Land Rover sped from nowhere, and drove me off the road. The next thing I remember was waking up in
this chair..."
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