"Very well, counsellor," replied the superintendent, bowing deferentially.
With a loud snort of defiance, Mr. Cooley turned on his heel and made his way upstairs. Mr. Ricaby, pale with suppressed wrath, quickly turned to Tod:
"Is your machine at the hotel?" he demanded hoarsely.
"Yes," replied the other.
"Let me have it," said the lawyer. "I'll run up to town, I'll find a Supreme Court judge and get permission to be present at the examination. Is it a fast machine?"
"Seventy—that's all!" replied the young man laconically.
"All right!" said the lawyer excitedly. "Come and tell the chauffeur to take me to town as fast as he can go. When I get back we'll tackle Cooley together."
"Right you are!" cried Tod enthusiastically.
He was about to leave the office, when suddenly, through the window, he saw a lady and gentleman in the grounds making their way toward the building.
"Hello!" he exclaimed, in astonishment. "It's mother."