Mr. Plowman gulped down some spirit before replying. Then—
"Yes," he said jerkily. "I—I think perhaps it was. I must apologize, sir."
Winchester inclined his head.
"You have your instructions," he said. "And you have seen Major Lyveden, and heard him consent to act. Prepare the necessary papers immediately and send them to me for signature. If any question arises, lay it before me by letter. If you must see me"—the unfortunate attorney blenched—"write and say so. I need hardly add that, with regard to what has passed between us, I expect your observation of the strictest confidence."
"M-most certainly, sir."
"One thing more." An envelope passed. "There is a cheque on account. If on reflection you wish to take counsel's opinion, and that is not enough, write and say so." He put out his hand. "Good-bye. I'm much obliged to you for coming. I hope you'll be none the worse."
With starting eyes Mr. Plowman touched the great palm. Then his client turned, and, clapping a hat on his head, strode off into the wilderness.
As the sound of his footsteps died—
"There's a paper—in there—on the table," said Mr. Plowman. "And my hat and coat—and bag…"
"I'll get them," said Anthony.