Guinzburg turned to Emma and gave her a disapproving grimace.
‘Yes, Miss Barrington,’ said Jelks, ‘any agreement we might reach would certainly include Mr Clifton.’
‘Just as it did last time, Mr Jelks, when you walked away at the time he most needed you?’
‘Emma,’ said Guinzburg reproachfully.
‘I should point out, Miss Barrington, that I was doing no more than carrying out my client’s instructions. Mr and Mrs Bradshaw both assured me that the man I was representing was their son, and I had no reason to believe otherwise. And of course I did prevent Tom from being tried for—’
‘And then you left Harry to fend for himself.’
‘In my defence, Miss Barrington, when I finally discovered that Tom Bradshaw was in fact Harry Clifton, he begged me to keep my counsel, as he didn’t want you to discover that he was still alive.’
‘That’s not Harry’s version of what happened,’ said Emma, who appeared to regret her words the moment she’d said them.
Guinzburg made no attempt to mask his displeasure. He looked like a man who realizes his trump card has been played too soon.
‘I see,’ said Jelks. ‘From that little outburst, I must assume you have both read the earlier notebook?’
‘Every word,’ said Emma. ‘So you can stop pretending you only did what was in Harry’s best interests.’
‘Emma,’ said Guinzburg firmly, ‘you must learn not to take things so personally, and try to consider the bigger picture.’
‘Is that the one where a leading New York lawyer ends up in jail for falsifying evidence and perverting the course of justice?’ said Emma, her eyes never leaving Jelks.
‘I apologize, Mr Jelks,’ said Guinzburg. ‘My young friend gets quite carried away when it comes to—’
‘You bet I do,’ said Emma, now almost shouting, ‘because I can tell you exactly what this man –’ she pointed at Jelks – ‘would have done if Harry had been sent to the electric chair. He would have pulled the lever himself if he thought it would save his own skin.’
‘That is outrageous,’ said Jelks, jumping up from his seat. ‘I had already prepared an appeal that would have left the jury in no doubt that the police had arrested the wrong man.’
‘So you did know it was Harry all along,’ said Emma, sitting back in her chair.
Jelks was momentarily stunned by Emma’s rebuke. She took advantage of his silence.
‘Let me tell you what’s going to happen, Mr Jelks. When Viking publishes Harry’s first notebook in the spring, not only will your reputation be shattered and your career in ruins, but, like Harry, you’ll discover at first hand what life is like at Lavenham.’
Jelks turned to Guinzburg in desperation. ‘I would have thought it in both our interests to reach an amicable settlement before this whole affair gets out of hand.’
‘What do you have in mind, Mr Jelks?’ asked Guinzburg, trying to sound conciliatory.
‘You’re not going to give this crook a lifeline, are you?’ said Emma.
Guinzburg raised a hand. ‘The least we can do, Emma, is hear him out.’
‘Just as he heard Harry out?’
Jelks turned to Guinzburg. ‘If you felt able not to publish the earlier notebook, I can assure you I would make it worth your while.’
‘I can’t believe you’re taking this seriously,’ said Emma.
Jelks continued to address Guinzburg as if Emma wasn’t in the room. ‘Of course, I realize that you stand to lose a considerable amount of money if you decide not to go ahead.’
‘If The Diary of a Convict is anything to go by,’ said Guinzburg, ‘over a hundred thousand dollars.’
The figure must have taken Jelks by surprise, because he didn’t respond.
‘And there’s also the twenty-thousand-dollar advance that was paid to Lloyd,’ continued Guinzburg. ‘That will have to be reimbursed to Mr Clifton.’
‘If Harry were here, he’d be the first to tell you that he’s not interested in the money, Mr Guinzburg, only in making sure that this man ends up in jail.’
Guinzburg looked appalled. ‘My company has not built its reputation on scandal-mongering, Emma, so before I make a final decision on whether or not to publish the notebook, I have to consider how my more distinguished authors might react to a publication of that kind.’
‘How right you are, Mr Guinzburg. Reputation is everything.’
‘How would you know?’ demanded Emma.
‘While we’re on the subject of distinguished authors,’ continued Jelks a little pompously, ignoring the interruption, ‘you may be aware that my firm has the privilege of representing the F. Scott Fitzgerald estate.’ He leaned back in his chair. ‘I remember so well Scotty telling me that if he were to change publishers, he would want to move to Viking.’
‘You’re not going to fall for that line, are you?’ said Emma.
‘Emma, my dear, there are times when it is wise to take the long view.’
‘How long have you got in mind? Six years?’