The inspector asked for a search warrant, to enable a search to be made of the offices of the firm.
Tempest at once objected, pleading the privilege of the solicitor.
“Is there any case on this point, Mr. Tempest?” said the magistrate. “It seems rather an interesting one.”
“I know of none, sir; and, even if there were, his partners could plead the same privilege.”
The inspector urged the necessity of the search strongly, but Tempest strenuously objected.
“I am not sure you are not right, Mr. Tempest. Still, it’s a point that ought to be authoritatively settled. Would you be content if I grant the application of the inspector, subject to an undertaking that no attempt to execute it is made till your appeal is decided? I suppose you will appeal?”
“Certainly.”
“Then that is how it had better stand.”
“But papers may be destroyed meanwhile, your worship?” objected the inspector.
“You must take that risk, inspector. It doesn’t amount to much, for if there ever were anything compromising, I’ve no doubt it was destroyed long ago. Still, it’s an interesting point that ought to be settled. Who issued the search warrant for Mr. Baxter’s rooms, inspector?”