“I’m considering what to say to the Head,” he remarked. “I shall certainly tell him there’s another side to the question, besides Manton’s.”
“Oh, ripping!” said David cordially. “I felt sure you’d see it.”
“I suppose you enjoyed the Court of Appeal a good deal?” he asked.
“Rather, sir,” said David. “I should think we did. Wish you could have heard one of the trials, with us three on the bench, and Manton as defendant, and some junior as plaintiff. You see, sir, Manton and Crossley consented to it all; that’s another point in our favour, isn’t it! Gregson planned all the ritual, because his pater’s a real judge in Appeal Courts, and we call each other ‘My learned brother Crabtree’ or ‘Blaize,’ for of course there are no nicknames or Christian names in Court. It’s all quite serious; there’s no rag about it. We were thinking of appointing a permanent counsel to plead for plaintiffs——”
Adams laughed.
“David, you don’t suppose that the Court of Appeal is going to be allowed to remain in existence?” he asked.
“That’s as you wish, sir,” he said. “But——”
“Well?” asked Adams.
“Nothing sir. I was only thinking that there’ll be rather rows again.”
“I hope not,” said Adams. “That’s exactly what you and fellows like you have got to prevent.”