“Would you read out to the court the hour and minute that the traffic warden has written in the little boxes to show when the offense occurred.”
Once again Menzies took a long time to reply.
“Four sixteen to four thirty,” he said eventually.
“I didn’t hear that,” said the judge.
“Would you be kind enough to repeat what you said for the judge?” Sir Humphrey asked.
Menzies repeated the damning figures.
“So now we have established that you were in fact with Miss Moorland sometime before four sixteen, and not, as I suggest you later wrote in your diary, five o’clock. That was just another lie, wasn’t it?”
“No,” said Menzies. “I must have arrived a little earlier than I realized.”
“At least an hour earlier, it seems. And I also suggest to you that you arrived at that early hour because your interest in Carla Moorland was not simply professional?”
“That’s not true.”
“Then it wasn’t your intention that she should become your mistress?”
Menzies hesitated long enough for Sir Humphrey to answer his own question. “Because the business part of your meeting finished in the usual half hour, did it not, Mr. Menzies?” He waited for a response but still none was forthcoming.
“What is your blood group, Mr. Menzies?”
“I have no idea.”
Sir Humphrey without warning changed tack: “Have you heard of DNA, by any chance?”
“No,” came back the puzzled reply.
“Deoxyribonucleic acid is a proven technique that shows genetic information can be unique to every individual. Blood or semen samples can be matched. Semen, Mr. Menzies, is as unique as any fingerprint. With such a sample we would know immediately if you raped Miss Moorland.”
“I didn’t rape her,” Menzies said indignantly.
“Nevertheless sexual intercourse did take place, didn’t it?” said Sir Humphrey quietly.
Menzies remained silent.
“Shall I recall the Home Office pathologist and ask him to carry out a DNA test?”
Menzies still made no reply.
“And check your blood group?” Sir Humphrey paused. “I will ask you once again, Mr. Menzies. Did sexual intercourse between you and the murdered woman take place that Thursday afternoon?”
“Yes, sir,” said Menzies in a whisper.
“Yes, sir,” repeated Sir Humphrey so that the whole court could hear it.
“But it wasn’t rape,” Menzies shouted back at Sir Humphrey.
“Wasn’t it?” said Sir Humphrey.
“And I swear I didn’t kill her.”
I must have been the only person in that courtroom who knew he was telling the truth. All Sir Humphrey said was, “No more questions, my Lord.”
Mr. Scott tried manfully to resurrect his client’s credibility during reexamination but the fact that Menzies had been caught lying about his relationship with Carla made everything he had said previously appear doubtful.