"A very extraordinary document," Deane remarked. "I suppose you couldn't manage things so that I could have a look at it?"
"It would be quite impossible," the lawyer answered. "Mine was, of course, a privileged inspection, and I am going beyond my duty in mentioning this affair to you. It certainly did seem very singular."
"Especially," Deane remarked, with a faint, hard smile, "since you are in a position to know that I have paid for the defence of the prisoner."
"It is not my business to connect such facts," the lawyer remarked.
"Someone will appear upon the scene sooner or later, of course," Deane said, "and claim this man's effects."
"Naturally," Hardaway answered, "although, except for this rather remarkable document, they do not seem to have been very valuable."
"If you should hear of anyone," said Deane, "I should be glad if you would let me know without a second's delay."
"I will do so," the lawyer promised.
The bell tinkled. The men at the bar finished their drinks, threw away their cigarettes, and hurried off. Deane and his companion rose to their feet.
"Hardaway," Deane said, "some of the papers are talking about a reprieve for this man Rowan. Will it come to anything, do you think?"