The Suspense Mounts
After all the “excitement” this morning, something of an anticlimax as the jury beetled out at two this afternoon without a backward glance. “At a time like this, there’s always a few sweaty palms,” observed a BBC producer to no one in particular. Standing by the elevators was the usual horde of journos, balefully appraising their prey and made slightly more feverish by their need to get away for the weekend. As deliberations move well into their second week, one senses a building anxiety, or fear, or just plain existential impatience. Whatever it is, a lot of wired-up scribes and lawyers under pressure and at the same time powerless is a combustible mix.