Authors: Arthur Hailey
Tags: #Fiction, #General, #Fiction - General, #Medical, #drugs, #Fiction-Thrillers, #General & Literary Fiction, #Thrillers
statement continued along predictable lines. She was seated at a green
-baize-covered table and beside her was her counsel, Childers Quentin. She
had persuaded the courtly Quentin to accept this extra responsibility
because, as she told him, "There's no other lawyer who knows more than you
do, now, about Montayne, and I have confidence in your advice."
That advice, relating to today, had been specific and forthright. "Describe
the full facts as honestly, clearly and briefly as possible," Quentin
insisted, "and do not attempt to be smart, or to score off Dennis Donahue."
The last admonition had been in response to Celia's wish to bring out in
evidence the fact that, more than two years earlier when Montayne's U.S.
introduction was being delayed at FDA-some thought unreasonably-Donahue had
been among those protesting the delay, describing it then as "clearly
ridiculous in the circumstances. "
"Absolutely not!" Quentin had ruled. "For one thing, Donahue will have
remembered that remark; if not, his staff will remind him, so he'll be
ready to deal with it. He'd probably say he was one more victim of drug
company propaganda, or something of the kind. And, for another, you'd
arouse his antagonism, which is extremely unwise."
The lawyer then outlined for Celia some Washington facts of life.
"A United States senator has enormous power and influence, in some ways
even more than a President because the exercise of power is less visible.
There isn't a government department a senator can't reach into and have
something done, providing it isn't outrageous or illegal. Important people
inside and outside government will fall over themselves to do a senator a
favor, even if that favor is harmful to someone else. It's a system of
trades and, within that system, a senator's power-which can be used
benevolently or to destroy-is the biggest trading chip of all. Which is why
it's a foolish person indeed who chooses to make an enemy of a U.S.
senator."
Celia had taken the advice to heart and cautioned herself to re-
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member it in any exchange with Dennis Donahue, whom she already detested.
Also accompanying Celia was Vincent Lord, now seated on the other side
of Quentin. While Celia would make a statement on behalf of Felding-Roth
and then be cross-examined, the research director's role was solely to
answer questions if required.
Senator Donahue concluded his remarks, paused briefly, then announced,
"Our. first witness is Mrs. Celia Jordan, president of Felding-Roth
Pharmaceuticals of New Jersey. Mrs. Jordan, do you wish to introduce your
associates?"
"Yes, Senator." In a few words, Celia introduced Quentin and Lord.
Donahue nodded. "Mr. Quentin we know well. Dr. Lord, we are glad to have
you with us. Mrs. Jordan, you have a statement, I believe. Please
proceed."
Celia remained seated at the witness table as she began, speaking into
a microphone in front of her.
"Mr. Chairman and members of the subcommittee: First and foremost my
company wishes to express its great sorrow and sympathy for those
families which have been part of what Senator Donahue, a few moments ago,
described correctly as a worldwide tragedy. While the full scientific
evidence is not yet in, and may take years to assemble, it now appears
certain that the drug Montayne was responsible for damage to fetuses in
wombs of pregnant women -in a very small section of the total population,
and in circumstances impossible to foresee during the extensive testing
of that drug, originally in France, later in other countries, and before
its official approval by FDA for use in the United States."
Celia's voice was clear, but low-keyed and deliberately not forceful. Her
statement had been carefully drafted and worked on by several people,
though principally by herself and Childers Quentin. She stayed with the
text as she read, merely adding an occasional phrase where appropriate.
"Something else my company wishes to point out is that it has, in all
matters concerning Montayne-at every stage of testing, distribution, and
reporting-complied with the law. Indeed, when serious doubts were raised
about the drug, my company went beyond requirements of the law, and
withdrew Montayne voluntarily, without waiting for a decision by the
FDA."
Celia continued, "I now wish to go back and review the origins of
Montayne in France, where it was developed by Laboratoires
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Gironde-Chimie, a company of excellent reputation and with a long history of
successful . . ."
As well as being precise, the report being delivered was impersonal. That,
too, had been decided after discussions at Felding-Roth headquarters and at
Childers Quentin's offices in Washington.
Quentin had asked Celia, "How do you wish to handle the matter of your
resignation over Montayne?"
"Not at all," she had replied. "My resignation was personal, a matter of
instinct and conscience. Now that I'm back, I'm representing the company,
reporting what the company did."
"And where is your conscience in all that?"
"Still intact, still in place," she responded sharply. "If I'm asked about
my resignation I'll answer honestly. It's simply that I don't propose to
bring it up, simply to make myself look good."
Celia had reminded Quentin, too, of the lack of any scientific grounds for
her resignation-a weakness she had been aware of at the time, and her
reason for not going public.
She now informed the Senate subcommittee, "No doubts whatever about the
safety of Montayne arose until a report from Australia in June 1976. Even
then, there seemed no reason for concern because an Australian government
investigation . . ."
Step by step she traced the Montayne story. The recital took forty minutes,
at which point Celia concluded, "My company has complied with committee
subpoenas by supplying documents confirming all that I have said. We remain
ready to cooperate in any other way, and to respond to questions."
The questions began at once, the first from the committee counsel, Stanley
Urbach, long-faced and thin-lipped, who gave the impression of smiling only
on rare occasions.
"Mrs. Jordan, you referred to the first Australian report that raised
possible doubts about Montayne. That would be seven to eight months before
your company placed the drug on sale in the United States. Is that
correct?"
She calculated mentally. "Yes."
"Mentioned in your statement were two other adverse reports, one from
France, another from Spain, both also occurring before your company's U.S.
marketing of Montayne. Again correct?"
"Not entirely, Mr. Urbach. You called them adverse reports. What they
were-at that point-were allegations which had been investigated by
Laboratoires Gironde-Chimie and declared unsubstantiated."
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The lawyer made an impatient gesture. "If we are quibbling about words, let
me ask you this: Were the reports favorable?"
"No, and perhaps I can save us time. In the pharmaceutical business
'adverse reports' has a specific meaning. In that sense, those from France
and Spain were not."
Urbach sighed. "Would the witness settle for 'critical reportsT
"I suppose so." Celia already sensed this was going to be difficult, and
that she was in for a hard time.
Senator Donahue cut in. "The point counsel is making is perfectly clear.
Were you people-your company-aware of those three reports prior to
Montayne's being placed on sale here?"
"Yes, we were."
"Yet you still went ahead and marketed the drug?"
"Senator, with any new drug there are always negative opinions. All of them
must be examined carefully and assessed . . ."
"Please, Mrs, Jordan. I am not asking for a lecture on the practices of the
pharmaceutical industry. My question requires a simple 'yes' or 'no.' I
repeat: Knowing about those reports, did your company go ahead and sell
that drug to pregnant American women?"
Celia hesitated.
"We are waiting, Mrs. Jordan."
"Yes, Senator, but . . ."
"The answer 'yes' will be sufficient." Donahue nodded to Urbach. "Carry
on."
"Would it not have been better and more prudent," the subcommittee counsel
asked, "for Felding-Roth to have done more investigating of those reports
and delayed the launching of Montayne?"
Celia thought wryly: that had been her argument which, later, caused her to
resign. Remembering her role here, she answered, "With hindsight, yes. Of
course. But at the time, the company was proceeding on scientific advice."
"Whose advice?"
She considered before answering. It had, of course, been Lord's advice, but
she wanted to be fair. "Our director of research, Dr. Lord, but he was
acting on what seemed authentic data from Gironde-Chimic."
"We will ask Dr. Lord about that later. Meanwhile. . ." Urbach consulted
notes. '~Did the decision to go ahead, and not to delay Montayne despite
those adverse . . . excuse me, critical reports have any relation to
anticipated profits?"
"Well, profits are always a factor
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"Mrs. Jordan! Yes or no?"
Inwardly, Celia sighed. K`hat was the good? Every question was a trap, a
contrived progression toward a preconceived conclusion.
She conceded, "Yes."
"Were those profits critical to your company?"
"It was believed so, yes."
"What were those profits expected to be?"
The remorseless, loaded questions continued. Yet, she found time to ask in
a corner of her mind: Were they so unfairly loaded when touching so very
close to truth? Wasn't there a time, not long ago, when she would have
asked those same questions herself? And wasn't it ironic that she was
appearing here in place of Sam Hawthorne who ought to have had these
questions put to him, but was dead? For the first time since Hawaii, she
was reminded of Andrew's cautioning words: "Ifyou go back . . . the
Montayne mess and responsibility will rub off on you. " As happened so
often, Andrew had been right.
Her ordeal was interrupted by a lunch recess, Senator Donahue informing
her, "Mrs. Jordan, you may stand down, but please be available for more
questions later." The senator then announced, "The next witness after lunch
will be Dr. Vincent Lord."
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Quentin and Celia ate a sandwich lunch and drank coffee from a thermos in
the rear of a limousine which had been waiting for them outside the Old
Senate Office Building. "It's faster and more private than we'd get
elsewhere," Quentin had said when announcing the arrangement. Now they were
parked on Jefferson Drive, not far from the Smithsonian, with the uniformed
chauffeur pacing to and fro outside.
Vincent Lord had been invited for the limousine lunch, but declined, having
made other arrangements.
"You're being made to look bad, and I mean bad personally," Quentin said,
after a while. "How do you feel about that?"
Celia grimaced. "How would anyone feel? I don't like it."