It was with an air of patronage that this beggarly man spoke to the well-to-do lawyer; but Mr. Goldberry, with admirable equanimity, accepted the position, and handed Antony Cowlrick his card.
“Can I do nothing more for you?” he asked.
“Nothing more.”
Mr. Goldberry, before he took his departure, drew our Reporter aside.
“You appear to be interested in the man?” he said.
Our Reporter enlightened him.
“I am a journalist, on the staff of the Evening Moon.”
“And on the look-out for paragraphs. You will find Antony Cowlrick worth studying.”
“You believed in his innocence when you defended him. Do you believe in it now?”