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further, that he was unable to understand and appreciate the nature and quality of his actions."

"Yes, I am aware of that."

"Do you agree with that testimony?"

"No. I find it preposterous, and I am personally offended by it. Mr. Hailey himself has testified he planned the murders. He's admitted, in effect, that his mental condition at the time did not prevent him from possessing the ability to plan. That's called premeditation in every legal and medical book. I've never heard of someone planning a murder, admitting he planned it, then claiming he did not know what he was doing. It's absurd."

At that moment, Jake felt it was absurd too, and as it echoed around the courtroom it sounded mighty absurd. Rodeheaver sounded good and infinitely credible. Jake thought of Bass and cursed to himself.

Lucien sat with the blacks and agreed with every word of Rodeheaver's testimony. When compared to Bass, the State's doctor was terribly believable. Lucien ignored the jury box. From time to time he would cut his eyes without moving his head and catch Clyde Sisco blatantly and openly staring directly at him. But Lucien would not allow their eyes to meet. The messenger had not called Monday morning as instructed. An affirmative nod or wink from Lucien would consummate the deal, with payment to be arranged later, after the verdict. Sisco knew the rules, and he watched for an answer. There was none. Lucien wanted to discuss it with Jake.

"Now, Doctor, based upon these factors and your diagnosis of his mental condition as of May 20, do you have an opinion, to a reasonable degree of medical certainty, as to whether Mr. Hailey was capable of knowing the difference between right and wrong when he shot Billy Ray Cobb, Pete Willard, and Deputy DeWayne Looney?"

"I have."

"And what is that opinion?"

"His mental condition was sound, and he was very capable of distinguishing right from wrong."

"And do you have an opinion, based upon the same factors, as to whether Mr. Hailey was able to understand and appreciate the nature and quality of his actions?"

"I have."

"And what is that opinion?"

"That he fully appreciated what he was doing."

Buckley snatched his legal pad and bowed politely. "Thank you, Doctor. I have no further questions."

"Any cross-examination, Mr. Brigance?" Noose asked.

"Just a few questions."

"I thought so. Let's take a fifteen-minute recess."

Jake ignored Carl Lee, and moved quickly out of the courtroom, up the stairs, and into the law library on the third floor. Harry Rex was waiting, and smiling.

"Relax, Jake. I've called every newspaper in North Carolina, and there's no story about the house. There's nothing about Row Ark. The Raleigh morning paper ran a story about the trial, but it was in real general terms. Nothing else. Carla doesn't know about it, Jake. As far as she knows, her pretty little landmark is still standing. Isn't that great?"

"Wonderful. Just wonderful. Thanks, Harry Rex."

"Don't mention it. Look, Jake, I sorta hate to bring this up."

"I can't wait."

"You know I hate Buckley. Hate him worse than you do. But me and Musgrove get along okay. I can talk to Mus-grove. I was thinking last night that it might be a good idea to approach them-me through Musgrove-and explore the possibilities of a plea bargain."

"No!"

"Listen, Jake. What harm will it do? None! If you can plead him guilty to murder with no gas chamber, then you know you have saved his life."

"No!"

"Look, Jake. Your man is about forty-eight hours away from a death penalty conviction. If you don't believe that, then you're blind, Jake. My blind friend."

"Why should Buckley cut a deal? He's got us on the ropes."

"Maybe he won't. But let me at least find out."

"No, Harry Rex. Forget it."

Rodeheaver returned to his seat after the recess, and Jake looked at him from behind the podium. In his brief legal career, he had never won an argument, in court or out, with an expert witness. And the way his luck was running, he decided not to argue with this one.

"Dr. Rodeheaver, psychiatry is the study of the human mind, is it not?"

"It is."

"And it is an inexact science at best, is it not?"

"That is correct."

"You might examine a person and reach a diagnosis, and the next psychiatrist might reach a completely different diagnosis?"

"That's possible, yes."

"In fact, you could have ten psychiatrists examine a mental patient, and arrive at ten different opinions about what's wrong with the patient."

"That's unlikely."

"But it could happen, couldn't it, Doctor?"

"Yes, it could. Just like legal opinions, I guess."

"But we're not dealing with legal opinions in this case, are we, Doctor?"

"No."

"The truth is, Doctor, in many cases psychiatry cannot tell us what is wrong with a person's mind?"

"That is true."

"And psychiatrists disagree all the time, don't they, Doctor?"

"Of course."

"Now, who do you work for, Doctor?"

"The State of Mississippi."

"And for how long?"

"Eleven years."

"And who is prosecuting Mr. HaDey?"

"The State of Mississippi."