Final Witness. Simon Tolkien

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      Dedication

      This book is dedicated to my wife, Tracy.

       Without her it could not have been written.

      Epigraph

      Turning over and over in the sky, length after length of whiteness unwound over the earth and shrouded it. The blizzard was alone on earth and knew no rival.

      When he climbed down from the window-sill Yura’s first impulse was to dress, run outside and start doing something. He was afraid that the cabbage patch would be buried so that no one could dig it up, and that his mother, buried in the open field, would helplessly sink deeper and deeper away from him in the ground.

      From Doctor Zhivago,

       Boris Pasternak

      Contents

       Cover

      Title Page

      Dedication

      Epigraph

      A Personal Note on the Writing of Final Witness

      Chapter 1

      My name is Thomas Robinson. I am sixteen years old.

      Chapter 2

      In a tall nineteenth-century house on a fashionable street in…

      Chapter 3

      It hadn’t always been like this between Greta and Thomas.

      Chapter 4

      Peter took the stairs two at a time but at…

      Chapter 5

      The sound of the clicking cameras and the reporters’ unanswered…

      Chapter 6

      The first thing that Greta was aware of on entering…

      Chapter 7

      Judge Granger allowed his eyes to travel down the two…

      Chapter 8

      One hundred and twenty miles to the east of the…

      Chapter 9

      It had been a long time since Thomas had stayed…

      Chapter 10

      Thomas woke at ten o’clock in a pool of sunshine…

      Chapter 11

      The next morning, Thomas waited at the top of the…

      Chapter 12

      ‘And now, with your Lordship’s leave, I will call my…

      Chapter 13

      On Friday the court did not sit until half past…

      Chapter 14

      Greta left the courthouse by a side exit and walked…

      Chapter 15

      ‘How was it, honey?’ asked Peter.

      Chapter 16

      They got to Rowston with the dawn. It was the…

      Chapter 17

      After the funeral, Peter stood beneath the portrait of his…

      Chapter 18

      ‘The next witness, my Lord, is Matthew Barne.’

      Chapter 19

      Police Constable Hughes arrived in court in full uniform other…

      Chapter 20

      On that same Monday afternoon, the third day of the…

      Chapter 21

      ‘Right, Mr Lambert, remember the age of the witness and…

      Chapter 22

      Peter sat in the back of his official car drumming…

      Chapter 23

      Peter paced the rooms after Greta had left, checking off…

      Chapter 24

      Thomas walked over the Albert Bridge and on into Battersea…

      Chapter 25

      The Family Records Office opened at ten o’clock on Thursday…

      Chapter 26

      Afterwards Thomas never knew how they managed to get through…

      Chapter 27

      The man was dressed in a white paper suit. The…

      Chapter 28

      On a bright spring day four years later Thomas drove…

      Prologue

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      About the Author

      Praise

      Other Books by Simon Tolkien

      Copyright

      About the Publisher

      A PERSONAL NOTE ON THE

      WRITING OF FINAL WITNESS

      I never thought I would be a writer. I think in retrospect that I always felt overshadowed by my famous grandfather, J.R.R. Tolkien, and believed that it would be presumptuous to even think of following in his footsteps. Instead I took the safe course after leaving university and went to law school in London in order to become a solicitor. I didn’t want to go – it felt at the time like I was voluntarily putting on a straitjacket, and for the next few years it really did feel like my horizons had narrowed as I learnt company and land law statutes by rote, and sat in an Islington law office under the senior partner’s watchful eye, conveying houses and flats from one North London owner to another. СКАЧАТЬ