"
"Then I don't think anyone else has."
The man had fallen back upon the pillow. He began to cough,
struggled to raise himself, and became seated on the edge of the
bed.
"Well, it's time we were going."
"Where to?" asked Gammon.
The other stared at him in surprise and distress.
"Surely I haven't to tell you all over again! Weren't you listening?
You're a man of business, are you not? Surely you ought to have a
clear head the first thing in the morning."
"Just tell me again in a word or two. What can I do for you? Do you
want to see anybody?"
"Yes, yes, I remember." He laid a hand on his companion's shoulder.
"The matter stands thus, Greenacre I trust you implicitly, once more
I assure you of that; but it is absolutely necessary for me to see a
solicitor."
"All right. What's his name?"
"I'll tell you, Cuthbertson--Old Jewry Chambers. But first of all
let us come to an understanding about that man Quodling. I called
upon his brother--why, I told you all that before, didn't I?"
"You had just been there when I met you in Norton Folgate," said
Gammon, who felt that before long his own wits would begin to
wander.
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