A Matter of Opinion
A MATTER OF OPINION
(Melbourne and Singapore 1986)
I.THE BRIEF AND BANK REFERENCE
The brief respecting the action of
Maurice Vollar against the M. Bank landed on my desk just a few weeks before my
wife and I migrated back to Singapore. It was the first interesting case
referred for my opinion during my nine years in Australia. I was also pleased
that it had been sent to me at the advice of Jack Wilson, a former student of
my days in Wellington, who was to be the lead Counsel in the case.
It pleased me to accept the brief. Still, I had to ask
that all the documents respecting the case be sent to my new address in
Singapore. I promised Jack Wilson that, upon my arrival at my destination, the
case would be given my full attention.
The bundles of
documents that waited for me in Singapore made me gasp. It would take any legal
consultant a few weeks to peruse it meticulously. Strange to say, though, the
basic facts were simple. Vollar had retired from his real estate business in
Bruges and settled with his family in West Australia. Being too young to opt
for full retirement he looked around for suitable business which he could
acquire in full or in part. He went through local papers and eventually came
across an advertisement of a ‘general business’ that looked for an investor and
partner.
Vollar asked his own bank to obtain a reference on that
business’ standing. That bank, in turn, sought a reference from that
business’ bank and asked that it be conveyed
directly to the enquirer.
The reference, composed by the relevant branch manager,
and read out to Vollar by a clerk stated:
The [business’] main outlet is a small
department store with a fast foods counter. It is situated in a popular
location and has suitable off street parking. It is owned by East European
migrants, who are competent managers,
run the shop effectively and are
patronized by a regular clientele. They have been our customers for some three
years and usually have kept well within the limit of the facilities granted to
them. We consider them good customers.
I read the reference several times. Its general tone was,
no doubt, favourable. Still, a few significant details were missing. No advice
was given as regards the capital or funding of the business or that it was run
profitably. Further, the reference suggested that, from time to time, cheques
were drawn for amounts beyond the approved overdraft limit. An additional point
made me raise my eyes. The business had maintained its account with the relevant bank for just three years. When
had the business been established?
If I had received a reference of this type about a
business in which I considered investing a substantial amount, I would have
consulted an accountant or a business adviser. In any event, banks usually
communicated their reference orally and disclaimed liability. Did the relevant
bank do so in the instant case? After all, the bank rendered the service
involved without levying a charge.
A perusal of the pleadings and legal correspondence gave
me a clearer comprehension of the issues. The clerk, who had read out the
reference, left the bank a few months later and got married. She gave birth to
two sons and became a full time housewife. She had no recollection of the case
in question. Still, her own notes agreed with Vollar’s except on one point.
Vollar maintained that no exemption of liability had been communicated to him.
The clerk stated that it was her practice to add at the end of any reference a
formula emphasizing that the reference
was given gratuitously and without responsibility on the bank’s part.
The branch
manager, Bruce Smith, affirmed that he composed the reference from notes
readily available to him from the files. He had not investigated the business’
records and maintained, unequivocally, that this was in accord with the bank’s
regular practice.
Vollar
asserted that he relied on the reference as if it were given by a Belgian bank.
Further, on the basis of its favourable tone he had seen no need to consult an
accountant or business adviser. He went on to allege that the bank had deceived
him. He had not been informed that the owners of the business had been declared
bankrupts in South Australia and that one of them – the husband – was
imprisoned for contravening Western Australian law. When he had filled in and
submitted the local Business Registration Form he had hid the fact that he was
an undischarged bankrupt. His wife escaped conviction on a technical ground.
A further
perusal of the documents submitted to me indicated that the branch manager,
Bruce Smith, had dealt mainly with the 'female owner', Rena Katz. There was no
shred of evidence to affirm that he – or, indeed, any other of the bank's
employees – was aware of the 'male owner's' – Yuri Katz's – conviction and
imprisonment.
These facts
made me reflect. What was the basis of
the count respecting deceit? Vollar's lawyers alleged that Bruce's failure to
investigate the business' position at
the time he composed the reference involved gross negligence. Such behaviour
was – at law – tantamount to deceit. The Bank denied the allegation and
disputed Bruce's duty to investigate. The Bank went on to emphasise that the
reference was given without responsibility.
I concluded
that the issues had crystallised. Any further exchange of pleadings would be a
waste of time. All the same I was perturbed by one element that emerged from
the bundle of documents forwarded to me. Both Vollar's and Bruce's
communications were marked by bitterness
and anger. In one of his early emails Bruce had told Vollar: “You harp on the
nature of bank references in Belgium. I know nothing about those but have
followed local practice. You have resided here for some five years. You should
have known!” Vollar replied: “I thought Australian banks cared for their
customers [sic] as much as Belgian banks.
You should have told me that you did not care about my interests.”
This
objectionable correspondence – an some revolting messages – went on and on for weeks. I was not surprised that Vollar's
last note read: “Mr. Smith: I have now placed the matter in the hands of my
legal advisers.”
The
acrimonious tone of these exchanges appeared unusual for seasoned men of
business. Both Bruce Smith and Vollar had been trained to control their tempers
and words. Why had they lost control in this case? I decided to get to the
bottom of it. Naturally, this could not be done from the perusal of documents
received in Singapore. I hoped to get a
clearer pictures when, a few weeks after my arrival in the City of the
Lion, I flew over the Perth.
II.
THE FACTS CRYSTALLISE
My first
advice to Jack Wilson, the bank's lead Counsel, was to investigate the hidden
facts. I further suggested that he get an opinion about the Belgian law in
point. It turned out that, just as in Australia, a Belgian bank reference was
not considered a business advice based on detailed research. This was
particularly so if the reference was given without responsibility. Under
Belgian law, such a disclaimer was effective. Another point emphasised in our
Belgian legal opinion was that, as a matter of fact, the person who received
the reference was entitled to bring an action to recover his losses only if he
was able to establish that he had relied on the reference.
Turning back
to our pleadings, I was relieved to note that, technically, the Bank had denied
Vollar's reliance on the reference and had added that, in any event, Vollar was
not entitled to treat it as the basis for the investment he was planning to
make. Indeed, he had not disclosed the object of his enquiry in his request for
information. Bruce Smith had no reason to surmise that, pending his reference,
Vollar was proposing to inject a substantial amount in the business or assume
the role of a partner. Further, Vollar was not a customer of our bank. Why,
then, had he harked in his salvos on breaches of a duty allegedly owed to him?
Having
digested the information, I attended a meeting of the Bank’s management. I was
not surprised to find out that the case became of major importance. The good
faith of one of the Bank’s branch managers was put in question. Vollar had
pleaded fraudulent misrepresentation and deceit as well as a breach of a duty
of care owed to him by the Bank. Effectively, the bank's good name was at risk. The CEO, who had flown over from Sydney, put
it succinctly: “The hell with money. What matters is our reputation. That
fellow, Vollar, says we are a bunch of sharks. I want him to eat his words!!!
The blasted beggar.”
III.
VOLLAR’S EVIDENCE AT THE TRIAL
An attempt to
mediate appeared futile. Accordingly, the trial commenced at the prescribed
date. As anticipated, Vollar took the stand as soon as his Counsel completed
his opening address.
Under the
rules of procedure then applicable in Western Australia, his Counsel took him
through the facts of the case. It became clear that the business had failed and
that Vollar had lost his investment and had made no earnings for months. In
that regard, I felt considerable sympathy for him. Still, as the facts unfolded,
I kept wondering why he had not taken professional advice before his injected
his funds into the business. It was clear from the reference that, on
occasions, the business exceeded the limits of its overdraft.
What was
Vollar’s motivation in acquiring part of the business? Further, was he really
entitled to put full reliance on the lukewarm reference. In reply to a question
put by the Judge, he had conceded that he had not been a customer of our Bank,
let alone of the branch involved. Did our bank really owe him a duty to
investigate?
The Judge, a
portly Gentleman in his mid-fifties, announced a 40 minutes recess. Obviously,
he needed a tea break. As we mulled out of the stuffy court room, I took note
of two policemen who were accompanying a middle-aged man waiting in the
ante-room. His right hand was cuffed to one of the policemen’s left hand. A well dressed and groomed woman in her mid
thirties was sitting beside the man. I sensed instinctively that they were the
original owners of the business, Yuri and Rena Katz.
One of the
legal assistants explained to me that the Katzs had been served subpoenas in
case one of the parties decided to call either of them. Obviously, the wife had
been deprived of her husband’s company while he languid in prison. Had she
found solace in someone else’s arms out of sheer boredom or, perhaps, out of
need? The legal assistant’s wry smile indicated that he was aware of my
reflections.
“Where does
Bruce Smith live?” I asked
“Some ten
minutes walk from the business” the legal assistant replied. Then, without
further questions on my part he added conspiratorially, “Vollar lives a few
blocks further away. His wife often returns to Belgium to visit her family.”
“Is Bruce
Smith, too, often on his own?”
“I don’t know.
But I hear that he has a stormy marriage.”
When court
resumed, Jack Wilson, rose to cross-examine. I had last seen him during his
last year in Victoria University of Wellington. He had since grown into a man
in his early middle age, self assured and, I sensed, cautious.
His first few
questions related to Vollar’s career in Belgium. The Judge started to look
bored, when Jack turned to the issue that concerned all of us.
“Mr. Vollar,
as a Belgian real estate agent, did you find that purchasers rely on bank
references?”
“Up to a
point. Usually, they obtained valuations prepared by the personnel of their own
bank.”
“What then was
the purpose of a bank’s reference?”
“To gauge
whether or not to proceed and to get some assessment of the standing of the
counter party.”
“So, the bank
reference would be a first step – nothing more?”
“True”, conceded Vollar with ill grace. He
then added in haste: “But of course a Belgian would expect that a reference
would be honest. I also believe that he is entitled to rely on a duty of care
owed to him as a customer.”
Everyone
present knew he had walked into a trap. Hastily, his own Counsel rose to point
out that he had not called Vollar as an expert on Belgian banking law or
practice. He had no objection to the exclusion of the second sentence from the
record. Jack Wilson countered that the
that he had no objection to the answer being accepted. He then turned
back to Vollar, who was patently agitated, and asked pointedly:
“Mr. Vollar,
were you at any time a customer of my clients. Did you have an account with
them or any other dealings?”
“I thought
they owed a duty of care to any member of the public.”
“That is a
point to be argued by Counsel,” interceded the Judge. “Please answer the
question put to you. Were you at any time the Defendants’ customer?”
“Not really,
Your Honour.”
“Did you have
any dealings with them except as regards this reference?” pressed Jack Wilson.
“No, I did
not.”
Jack Wilson suppressed a
grin. It was now established that Vollar had never been our Bank’s customer.
Any point concerning the Bank’s duty to a member of the public was a point of
law. Referring to it in the cross-examination would have been a gross error.
Jack was too smart to make any legal point at this stage. Instead, he grilled
Vollar on the contents of what he had been told.
“Mr. Vollar, did you read the reference carefully?”
“I did indeed.”
“It mentions that, occasionally, the business exceeded
that limits of the overdraft granted to it.”
“I concluded from this that the business required a cash
injection.”
“Did the reference revert to this point?”
“It did no. It was my own conclusion.”
“Based on your own assessment?”
“And on what Yuri Katz told me.”
“So, you knew Mr. and Mrs. Katz before you went ahead
with the investment?”
“Actually, I had met them before I saw their
advertisement in the papers. I had a talk with Mr. Katz next day.”
“You just went to the business for a chat?”
“Actually, I had known them for a quite sometime. I often
had a snack at their counter.”
“Why then did you need a reference?”
“To make sure my assessment was correct. And the
reference encouraged me.”
“Although you were told that the business had gone beyond
the limits of their facilities?”
“The general tone of the reference was favourable.”
“But did the reference tell you the business was
profitable?”
“My talks with the Katzs suggested it was.”
I looked at Jack
anxiously. He was treading on thin ice. He had laid his foundation that Vollar
had gone ahead with open eyes. What more was he hoping to establish at this
stage?
Jack must have taken the same view. After a short
reflection he adjusted his gown and turned to the final – perhaps even crucial – point.
“And, Mr.
Vollar, this reference was given to you on the clear understanding that the
Bank assumed no liability?”
“I disagree.”
“I put it to
you that a disclaimer of liability had been read out to you!”
“It was not,”
protested Vollar, “not according to my notes”!
“But you have
not produced your notes, Mr. Vollar. The reference spelt out in your Statement
of Claim is based on a sheet of paper produced by you!”
“It is the
typed version composed from the notes I took when the clerk read me out the
reference.”
“And you did
not leave out anything?”
“I did not!”
“How then did
you know the reference was composed by the branch manager?”
“The clerk
told me so when she read out the reference.”
“Why then does
her advice on this point not appear in your printed version of her
communication?”
“I thought the
point was mundane or standard,” answered a much deflated Vollar.
“So, you left
it out!”
“I did. I saw
no point in reproducing it.”
“And the same
applies to any term except to the substance of what you were told, doesn't
it?!”
Vollar did not reply.
Before his Counsel had the chance to raise an objection, Jack Wilson shrugged
his shoulders, said he had no further questions and resumed his seat. Vollar’s
Counsel tried to clear the record by asking whether Vollar would have referred
in his notes to any disclaimer read out to him. Vollar assured the Judge he
would have recorded it. The Judge looked at him narrowly. He then rose for the
lunch break.
IV. ACHAT WITH RENA KATZ
DURING TH BREAK
I had lunch with Jack Wilson in the court's cafeteria.
The sandwiches were fresh but, all in all, the establishment was ramshackle and
the tables, which could have done with mats or table clothes, looked
egalitarian rather than inviting. In comparison with it, the restaurant of Singapore's High Court was
elegant.
Throughout the break I watched Jack Wilson. From a starry
eyed student, he had developed in to a fine courtroom advocate. Still, it was
only natural that he wanted his old teacher's post mortem on his performance.
It gave me pleasure to assure him that that in my eyes he had carried the day.
A lot, though, would depend on his own witnesses: Bruce Smith and the clerk who
had read out the reference.
As the Judge returned to his courtroom after the break,
Jack's opponent announced that he was not calling any other witnesses. He then
requested that expert witnesses be barred from attending the examination of the
defendants' evidence. Jack Wilson agreed and
I was told by the Judge that I should not be present during the
afternoon session.
I was about to leave the courthouse when my eye rested on
Yuri, Rena and the two policemen. They were enjoying a late lunch of sandwiches
and pickles. Rena had just fetched mugs of hot coffee from the canteen. Yuri
grinned at her proudly. I was facing a husband much in love with and highly
appreciative of his intelligent wife. Was he aware of her escapades? His
admiring expression evidenced that, even if he did, he continued to trust her.
As an expert witness, I had no interest in the hidden
facts. Curiosity, though, is known to have killed the cat. Why then should a
mere human resist the urge? Rena had spotted my glances.
“Would you like a cup?” she wanted to know.
“Many thanks. But I just had one over lunch, Mrs. Katz.”
“Just call me Rena. And tell me, what do you think of the
cafeteria?”
“Rena,” interceded Yuri, “we better be grateful they have
takeaways.”
“Rubbish! This way they make more money, Yuri. They are
not doing us a favour!” Turning to me she repeated firmly: “Well, what do you
think of it?”
“It could do with a face uplift. And the menu is somewhat
limited.”
“Somewhat limited ...” she mimicked. “Lousy!!! Even no
sandwich toaster. You should have seen my business. We even had doner kebab.
It was a lovely business! Yuri was the chef. Customers came just to
have a really good coffee and toast.”
“What went wrong?” I asked indiscreetly.
“You Mr. Vollar ...”
“Rena,” protested Yuri. “Such thing must not say. Mr.
Vollar was our partner. He is nice man.”
Rena ignored the rebuke. “He greedy man.
Wanted to make 10 per cent! How can?”
“I don't understand,” I conceded.
“Look, Mr. ...”
“... 'Peter' will do...”
“Cafeteria in courthouse, you want to come back.”
“Not really,” and then I saw light. As might be expected,
Rena confirmed the point.
“Cafeteria in courthouse always has business. People must
come court and they not want go out. So,
they go cafeteria even if not so nice. We are in street. It has also other
places. So, I think better make our
business really nice. I mean even somebody drive past, he remember and if come one time he want come again. So, we must
have nice tables, the doner kebab and many types of coffee and toasted
sandwiches. Business can bring in good money. But must wait ...”
“ … be patient ...” I muttered.
“Yes,” she confirmed. “If one months lot of rain business not so good. Even
regular customers stay at home. So, we not make much. But never mind: we make more next month when weather good.
Like you say, Peter, in business must be patient. But Mr. Vollar not patient. He says if his money stay in bank,
he make 7 per cent. So, he draws out money: every month. And he does not
work in business and never bring new customers. So, in the end we bust. And
Yuri too soft when Mr. Vollar ask for money. He say: 'To partner must listen'.
So, now you understand!”
“I do. Like all migrants you were under-capitalised …”
“… yes” she interposed. “We escape with nothing. So, we
always short of capital. And overdraft difficult to get from banks.”
V. BRUCE STANDS HIS GROUND
A few hours later, Bruce Smith asked me out for dinner.
Over an excellent meal in an elegant sea food restaurant by the Swan River, he
told me what had taken place in court during the afternoon.
Bruce had been subjected to a searching cross
examination. Vollar's Counsel tried to establish that, when Bruce composed he
reference, he had hidden facts known to him, such as the Katz’ bankruptcy in
South Australia. Bruce insisted that the reference revealed all material facts
known to him and that he followed the Bank's standard practice when he composed
it. He had not written out the disclaimer because it would be read out to an
enquirer such as Vollar as a matter of practice.
“Your subsequent correspondence with Vollar is not too
pleasant,” I told him.
“What do you meant?” he asked startled.
“The emails of both parties revealed anger. They were
antagonistic.”
“So they were. But them, Vollar accused me of fraud and
misrepresentation. These are serious allegations. I was not prepared to take
them lightly. And Vollar was plain rude from the start.”
The only other witness of fact called by Jack Wilson was
the clerk who had rung Vollar. She
admitted that she had no recollection of the relevant reference but insisted
that the disclaimer was read out by her as a matter of practice. She insisted
she had never departed from the Bank’s instructions set out in its manual. She
was not shaken when told that Vollar was certain no disclaimer had been
communicated to him. Standing her ground, she assured the Judge that Vollar was
wrong.
V. MY EXPERT EVIDENCE
Next morning It was my turn to step into the witness box.
As was to be expected, witnesses of facts (and potential witnesses like Yuri) were no longer in attendance or in
the ante-room. Further, Vollar’s expert-witness had withdrawn in the last
minute. My duty of objectivity imposed on me as an expert of banking practice
was, accordingly, undisputable.
Jack Wilson started his examination-in-chief by
presenting my report and by asking if I felt the need to change it in any
regards. I responded that I felt no reason to do so. Jack concluded that I was
aware that my principal duty was to assist the court. Stepping in, the Judge
emphasised the special duty of objectivity imposed on me as the single expert
called as a witness.
Vollar’s Counsel then rose to cross-examine. He was not surprised when I affirmed that the
practice of banks in Australia, the United kingdom, in New Zealand and in
Singapore was to disclaim liability when they gave a reference.
“Who would communicated the disclaimer to the enquirer?”
“The employee charged with the reading out of the
reference.”
“You agree that such a person might, occasionally, forget
to read out the disclaimer.”
“Such an event can happen,” I agreed.
“Is this a common slip?” asked the Judge.
“Not in my experience, Your Honour.”
“Do Belgian banks disclaim liability?”
“I cannot answer the question. You Honour, I am
unfamiliar with Belgian banking practice.”
Counsel turned to the issue concerning the composition of
the reference. I had anticipated that line of enquiry and was prepared.
“You Honour,” I turned to the Judge, “the persons who
rights the reference is usually the branch manager or the relationship-manager
in charge of the account, the enquiry’s subject. He is not expected to
investigate extra issues and is entitled to compose his reference on the basis
of his general knowledge of the account. He must, of course be careful not to
disclose details subject to the bank’s duty of secrecy.”
“Such as?” asked the Judge.
“For instance, that each months they have to make a
deduction of maintenance to be remitted to a separated wife or even deduction
related to payment of rentals made by the customer. Actually, Your Honour, in
some countries a reference is communicated only after it has been approved by
the customer. The practice does not apply in Australia.”
“So, the composer of a reference respecting me would not
disclose that, every month, I remit a
fees to my piano teacher,” jested the Judge.
Leaving this line of questions, Counsel raised an
unexpected point. He wanted to know if the object of the enquiry would be
disclosed to the composer of the reference. Noting my discomfort Jack Smith
raised an objection. This issue had not been raised in the pleadings and was
accordingly irrelevant. During the heated exchanges between him and Vollar’s
Counsel I had the time to formulate my reply. As soon as my expression regained
its earlier aura of confidence, Jack withdrew his objection subject to a right
to recall witnesses depending on my reply. The Judge nodded approvingly. He was
keen to get to the bottom of things.
“Your Honour, as far as I know there is no uniformity of
practice. The request for a reference is usually communicated by the enquirer
to his own bankers. These transmit it to the bank which provides the
information. The latter will be told about the object of the enquiry only if it
is revealed by the enquirer to his own bankers. In the case of potential take-over
bids, for instance, the enquirer may not wish to disclose the object of his
enquiry. He may describe it as a ‘general enquiry’.”
“But for what reason? Would he not be reassured by the
doctrine of bank secrecy?” asked the Judge.
“The doctrine is, of course, applicable, Your Honour. But
it is unlikely to prevent bank employees from gossiping, for instance, about X’s
intention of taking over Y, or of his
interest of entering into a joint venture with him.”
The Judge was about to raise another point, when Vollar’s
Counsel advised that he had just received a note from his client. It confirmed
that Vollar had described his request for a reference as a ‘general enquiry’
about the Katz’s business.
“Then the issue just raised in respect of banking practice is irrelevant
here,” concluded the Judge. Jack Wilson nodded.
“No further questions,” advised Vollar’s Counsel.
After a short reflection, the Judge suggested written
submissions. When both Counsel nodded
their approval, he rose.
VI. OUTCOME
Next morning I returned to Singapore. Some six weeks
later, Jack sent me a copy of the judgment in favour of the Bank. To my
knowledge, Vollar did not appeal.
After a few years, I took a break, traveling to Perth
with my wife. We took a pleasant trip up the Swan River. When we embarked at
the end station, we decided to have a light lunch. To my utter surprise, the
cafeteria was run by the Katzs.
It was a pleasant spot and the standard menu was excellent.
When we finished, Rena – who recognised me – came over for a chat.
“You do have a fine
canteen, Rena. I’m glad you brought your ship home,” I told her. “Please
tell me what happened.”
“It’s good to see you, Peter. You see, we had luck. After
Yuri was discharged, we managed to get a loan from an investor, introduced by
Bruce. We pay 5 per cent interest and never ask for a receipt. I think, he does
not pay income tax. But this is not my business. And we make good money.”
“I’m really glad, Rena. I started my life as a refugee
during the Second World War. I worked hard. And I am sure that so did Yri and
you. And, you know, your English has improved!”
“Well, Bruce
teaches me. And he is a good teacher.”
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