I am delighted to announce that A Trial of One, the third in The Osgoode Trilogy, was published yesterday. For those of you who have read the first two, Conduct in Question and Final Paradox, you'll want to find out what happened to all the money.
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The gathering of the ravens presages a disturbance of the natural order.
Attorney Harry Jenkins is back in A Trial of One, the final installment of the unsolved saga started in Mary E. Martin’s Conduct in Question and continued in Final Paradox.
Jenkins is on a frantic search for shares of Elixicorp Enterprises stock, worth over thirty million dollars, for his elderly client, Norma Dinnick. The shares were originally sold to raise money for research into memory loss in seniors. Ironically, no one seems to remember just where the shares might be. Pursuing Jenkins through Toronto and London, and to the darkened, narrow calles of Venice, is Dr. Robert Hawke, a sinister madman who claims to have the cure for Alzheimer’s disease.
As their chase unravels a decades-old fraud, yet another search is underway for the mysterious Q.
Dorothy Crawford, widow of Jenkins’ law partner Richard Crawford, believes Q, a jealous lover or angry husband, has murdered her husband.
With its memorable characters and vivid landscapes, along with author Mary E. Martin’s signature blend of humor and suspense, A Trial of One delivers an ultimately satisfying conclusion to the Osgoode Trilogy.
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Professor Jefferson, a patient in the clinical trials of Dr. Robert Hawke, addressed the audience of medical doctors at the St. George’s Club:
“For one as stricken as I, it is like the sun coming through the blackest of clouds. It is like coming to sit by the fire on the coldest day of the year.” Tears brimmed in the old man’s eyes. “Like hearing one line of poetry containing the wisdom of a lifetime, or listening to music that stirs the soul to its most fabulous depths.”
The room was filled with a reverential silence. Distant tremors of the trains below could be felt.
“That, sir, is the effect of Emerituus,” the professor whispered into the microphone …
Several people began clapping slowly at the back of the room. Soon the rest of the gathering took up the applause.
Harry did not move. How could a man, apparently suffering severe mental deterioration, paint such vibrant images? The professor’s words had stirred him to the beginning of hope for his father. Excited murmurs rose in a room once filled with skepticism.