“Then I may as well go,” she said tearfully.
“Not at all,” Peter Ruff declared. “Listen. This is a matter of business with me. I say that on the facts as they are known, your brother’s guilt appears indubitable. I do not say that there may not be other facts in the background which alter the state of affairs. If you wish me to search for them, engage me, and I will do my best.”
“Isn’t that what I am here for?” the girl exclaimed.
“Very well,” Peter Ruff said. “My services are at your disposal.”
“You will do your best—more than your best, won’t you?” she begged. “Remember that he is my brother—my favourite brother!”
“I will do what can be done,” Peter Ruff promised. “Please sit down at that desk and write me two letters of introduction.”
She drew off her gloves and prepared to obey him.
“To whom?” she asked.
“To the solicitors who are defending your brother,” he said, “and to Miss Letty Shaw.”
“You mean to go and see her?” Lady Mary asked, doubtfully.