"I'd rather you went to my place first," said Tetlow uneasily.
"My wife isn't with me. She has left me," said Norman calmly.
Tetlow hesitated, extremely nervous, finally acquiesced. They drove a while in silence, then Norman said, "What's the business?"
"Galloway wants to see you."
"Tell him to come to my office to-morrow—that means to-day—at any time after eleven."
"But that gives you no chance to pull yourself together," objected Tetlow.
Norman's face, seen in the light of the street lamp they happened to be passing, showed ironic amusement. "Never mind about me, Billy. Tell him to come."
Tetlow cleared his throat nervously. "Don't you think, old man, that you'd better go to see him? I'll arrange the appointment."
Norman said quietly: "Tetlow, I've dropped pretty far. But not so far that I go to my clients. The rule of calls is that the man seeking the favor goes to the man who can grant it."
"But it isn't the custom nowadays for a lawyer to deal that way with a man like Galloway."