CHAPTER XXI
Cross-Purposes
Godfrey was waiting for me at the desk, and I felt him glance at me keenly as I announced my readiness to accompany him.
"We'll go up to the Kingdon place," he said, "and see if the coroner has made any discoveries. The clerk told me you had a visitor," he added, as we reached the street.
"A client," I answered, with forced jocularity. "A clergyman in need of legal advice."
"I thought I recognised him as he came out. It was Dr. Schuyler, wasn't it?"
"Yes."
He glanced at me again, and then walked on in silence; but I felt the reproach he did not utter.
"He's in trouble of some kind," I explained.