For the 6 days that I was in court I had often looked at a man in a green suit sitting at the back of the court taking notes. I do not know who this man was, but after sitting, looking, many times our eyes made contact, we both looked at each other. I often wondered what he was doing, what he was thinking? He would then go back to making notes. Each time that Robinson had been stood down,the barristers and this man would go out of the door together with the prisoner.
I always considered that I, or should I say “we,” were on the good side. So that would make him part of the bad side. We stood in the public area outside the court room, he was talking on the phone. As I was walking past him he put away his phone and this is what happened. He put his hand out to me and I shook it.
He looked me in the eyes and said, “We always knew you were all telling the truth, we knew from day one. We knew he was guilty.” As we were still holding hands, I looked him in the eyes and said “thank you, that means more to me than anything that went on in that court.”
Having said thank you, the police called me over, as they were going to the pub to celebrate. I agreed and my brothers also needed a drink. As Sky News was doing a live broadcast at the front of the building, the police took us out the back of the court. As we were walking about a ¼ mile to the pub I phoned J on my mobile phone, whereupon she said she was watching the live broadcast, live on TV back in Ireland. We got to the pub, it was about, 1.30 pm and the pub was busy. LM got the drinks in and I was standing talking to Mr. B, the man who led the investigation. I was taking my chance to thank him personally for his fantastic staff, without whom, this case would have been dead in the water. We had a drink with the Officers, GS and his brother P were there. We were all having a laugh and a joke, talking about Robinson’s 32nd fight, the one that he lost, when in walks the man in the green suit.
He went to the bar and the police bought him a drink, which I found most strange. I suddenly had this urge to talk more to the man. I went up to him and said hello. I then went on to say the following, “thank you for your words outside the court, they mean so much to me, it helps me realize that what we had achieved was fantastic, getting that monster off the streets.” He said “I am telling you, we knew that you were all telling the truth from day one. We knew he was guilty. He should have pleaded guilty, but he would not do it. He wants to die an innocent man.”
He then asked me, and I quote, “do you really know what you are up against?” I replied, “the church.” He said, “I was once sent to Los Angeles for three days to get Diocesan employment records. They would not talk to me. Then I was sent to the Vatican, again for three days, to get the information from their records. They would not talk to me. If they won’t talk to me, who will they talk to?” Once again, I thanked him for his honesty, shook his hand and went back to my brothers.
Having had my one drink, I again thanked all present. Then my brothers and I walked out, back to the station. We boarded the train, and home we went. I parted with B and C, a couple of stops before I got to mine. I hugged and kissed them both, and thanked them for their support.