“Very good, sir!” he said, as if he accepted Faradeane’s response to his appeal as final. “I shall do my duty. Is there anything I can do for you—any message? You will communicate with your lawyers at once, of course?”
Faradeane was silent for a moment, then he said:
“I shall not need a lawyer.”
The detective looked at him fixedly.
“No lawyer! No counsel!” he said.
“What lawyer, clever though he might be, could disprove the evidence?” said Faradeane, wearily. “You yourself have said it is conclusive.”
Mr. McAndrew turned his hat round in his hands, still watching him.
“Very good, sir; and there is nothing I can do—no message?”
Faradeane went to the window, and his lips twitched.
“If you should see Mr. Vanley—the squire,” he began, “will you tell him, please——” He stopped, then shook his head. “No, I can send no message even to him. Things must take their course.”