From all that terror teaches,From lies of tongue and pen,From all the easy speechesThat comfort cruel men,From sale and profanationOf honour and the sword,From sleep and from damnation,Deliver us, good Lord! G. K. Chesterton, O God of Earth and Altar A mystery persists. What is it about this waiver of privilege that so fixates everyone? It is plain, under current rules, Ms. Letby must waive privilege on the topic of fresh evidence, chiefly to determine whether this new material really is “fresh evidence” and, if not, why not, and why was it not presented when it could have been at trial? Ms. Letby’s new barrister, Mr. McDonald, is hardly shrinking violet. On most topics, he won’t be quiet. On this one, he is curiously reticent. It is a formal step, but he does not seem to have taken it. (We don’t know this, of course, but it is consistent with his public statements). It may be he has not yet been asked. But as the law stands, the appeal cannot get much further without it. If, as he says, Ms. Letby is innocent, there shouldn’t be anything to lose. Should there? The apparent hold-up alerts prosecution supporters — who are prone to this sort of thing — to the smell of a rat. Aha: the defence is hiding something. The privilege question brings together three large perplexities of this confounding case. They go along way to explaining why it is so controversial: * The missing defence evidence: If the prosecution evidence really was as flimsy as the “Letbyists“ say, why on Earth did Ms. Letby’s defence not present evidence to contradict it? * The copious trial: If the prosecution really was a farce, how on Earth, after ten months of eviscerating cross-examination, objection and legal submission, did the jury convict? * The privilege question: On the other hand, if Ms. Letby really is innocent — if this really is an epochal miscarriage of justice, then what does she have to lose from waiving her privilege? Thanks for reading! This post is public so feel free to share it. The innocent have nothing to hide “The innocent,” they murmur conspiratorially, “have nothing to hide.” From the outset, prosecution supporters — let’s call them “guilters” — have bridled at the very idea anyone might doubt Ms.Letby’s guilt. But, to their ongoing, suppurating chagrin they cannot produce a gotcha: there is no simple swingeing juridical sword that can slay this heretical campaign for once and all. What don’t you understand? She was tried and found guilty. Their mood has only darkened as the public debate as developed. In the town square, at least, the miscarriage campaign has only gained momentum. Every new turn seems to support it. The guilters’ ramparts continue to erode. “But,” they like to say, “in the town square, talk is cheap. Talk in a criminal trial is not.” This is right. Criminal trials are filtered, chaperoned and climate-controlled. Careless talk is not allowed. Every utterance is frisked. Every action must conform to common law principles honed over centuries with the single goal of isolating truth and reasonable inference from the “easy speeches that comfort cruel men” — just the sort of carry-on you will hear in the town square. The trial verdict thereby acquires a mystical status of higher truth. It is all that matters. It cannot be impeached by scurrilous tittle tattle in the taverns and bars — the kind of thing you are reading now. In this oasis of probity, after time and weighty consideration, a jury of twelve ordinary citizens found Ms. Letby guilty. What later discussion happens outside the marketplace — the hoary banter amongst squabbling fishmongers — is of no moment. Barristers are uncommonly fond of this view. Especially senior ones. But you can hold it for only so long: experience shows the courts can and do get things badly wrong. And when they do, they are notoriously slow to acknowledge it. Outrageously so. And when they do finally see the light, their change of heart is not, generally, occasioned by their own introspection. Rather, it arises because people outside the sanctuary — squabbling fishmongers in the town square, if you like — make an unholy racket about it. Unholy. I use that word advisedly. Often, until their change of heart, the legal system regards such efforts with contempt. But the “marketplace of ideas”, with all its squabbling fishmongers, is a good leveller: after all, cruel men can make easy speeches from either side of the aisle.[1] What is remarkable about the public debate, given the resounding nature of the convictions, has been its imbalance. It has been one-way traffic. In eighteen months, the guilters, though resolute in giving no quarter, have barely fired a shot. All they have is the trial. That is their citadel. But try as they might, they cannot turn up any incriminating revealers beyond it. Nor can they find anyone with germane expertise to corroborate the expert opinions the crown presented at trial. If Ms. Letby really is guilty, this, too, is a deep mystery. All the more surprising, because those finicky rules of criminal procedure are designed in large part to protect defendants: to prevent unfairly prejudicial inferences being drawn about the accused in front of a biddable jury. But now the jury has done its job and been sent home, there ought to be plenty of prejudicial inferences that, unbound by the court’s careful rules, guilters can lob about on social media. But — judging by the feeble dreck they do come up with — there don’t seem to be. As a result, public debate has been a piecemeal demolition of the crown’s case. And nor has it been just we legion of fishmongers and poundshop Poirots. In 2024, no less august an outlet than the New Yorker published 13,000 words questioning statistical misconceptions in the trial. Since then, a procession of world-renowned experts, from places as far-flung as Canada and New Zealand have intervened, unbidden, to support the defence. What would prompt recognised experts, apparently without recompense, to stick their necks out in support of a convicted multiple-murderer of premature infants? The best the guilters can come up with is that these experts are dupes — victims of, or complicit in — an “innocence fraud”. (This is a form of psychological mass manipulation they appear to have made up.) Capsizing the Bayesians Those speaking for Ms. Letby keep dragging the discussion back to probabilities. In the guilters’ eyes they ignore the “hard facts” of Ms. Letby’s trial and conviction. And, they remind us, none of these newly-arrived experts witnessed anything. (In fairness, nor did the prosecution experts who gave evidence at trial, a fact the guilters gloss over.) So these defence experts can only present their knowledge abstractly: they can say, “ah, yes, but the collapses could have been caused by this”; “It’s a lot more likely to have been that”, but they cannot tell us what actually happened. Guilters have found the hypothetical nature of these contributions exasperating. “What does it matter that she wasn’t likely to do it if we know she actually did it?” This rhetorical is a neat lay summary of Bayes’ theorem, by the way: the unspoken answer is, “it doesn’t matter a bit: if she did it, the improbability of that fact in the abstract is entirely irrelevant.” But — unless one is prepared to accept the trial verdict without question, and “Letbyists” aren’t — we don’t know she actually did it. The case is maddeningly lacking in concrete evidence. So, probabilities do matter. As the debate has moved on, those defence hypotheticals, those appeals to abstract probabilities over “proven facts” — the very lack of proven facts to settle things over way or another — has stubbornly remained, while the several circumstantial limbs of the prosecution case that grounded the original convictions have, one by one, given way. Her “confessions”, taken out of context from a morass of stream-of-consciousness scribblings that also asserted her innocence and victimisation, were nothing of the kind. The handover notes found under her bed weren’t “serial killer trophies” after all: by and large, they had nothing to do with the charges. The prosecution expert had his paltry understanding of air embolus symptoms, cribbed from a general and long out-of-date paper, perfectly backwards. The police misread door-swipe data immediately before significant events to have Ms. Letby entering the ward rather than, as was in fact the case, exiting it. Rather a consultant fortuitously discovering Ms. Letby standing inertly over a desaturating infant “virtually red handed”, the consultant’s own contemporaneous notes, not disclosed at trial, suggest Ms. Letby called him to the emergency. The insulin immunoassay equipment used to test samples was unreliable, known to throw out errors of exactly the magnitude of the readings cited by the crown as “smoking gun” evidence of Ms. Letby’s malicious intervention, and the tests were not rerun or corroborated. Not just one or two of the prosecution planks have been undermined: all of them have. There is a better, more likely, explanation for every one of the prosecution’s key contentions. These are not trifling issues. Even taken separately, they would throw significant doubt on the verdict. Together, they suggest the trial was fundamentally, fatally flawed. The tide of public opinion has, accordingly, turned. The dwindling band of defiant guilters hold out hope for a clinching fact that would torpedo all this confounded hypothesising. To reiterate: all abstract “prior” probabilities, however compelling, can be overturned by “posterior” fact: just one fact could do it, but the longer things drag on—the more everyone combs through the details, the less likely such it is such a fact would have lain undiscovered. We’ve been through the trial and eig