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The legal conveyor belt had trundled into action. The system seemed to be falling over itself to get Nick in court, in the dock and in prison. In the interim, he had ceased taking briefs and had spent most of his time in his apartment with his cat or wandering the streets of Bayswater. He had observed more carefully than ever the street life of the area, he had read books about the law of sexual offences; in short, he had become an expert in the many manifestations of vice: brothels, buggery, incest; indecent assault, indecent exposure, indecent photographs; prostitution, public decency, public morals; attempted and actual rape. In three months, he had digested a potted history of human virtue and had tried to forget about Sally’s impending marriage to Max. Chapter 3 On the evening of the first day, Nick and Max went to Devlin’s to talk tactics. There was much they had to discuss. They sat in their usual position in the wine bar, but there was no Armagnac, just a cheap South African Riesling that Max had bought. When half the bottle was consumed, Max began to speak.