"Hum! Ha!" The great man sat down and looked at Cassy. He looked many things but he said very few. "My dear young lady, familiar as you are with Latin, with law and with literature, who am I to remind you that chickens should first be hatched? Your rights may be contested. The Paliser Case, as it will be called, may——"
"The Paliser Case!" interjected Jones, who could see the headline from where he sat. "Shade of Blackstone! It will be famous! It will be filmed! The eminent jurist here will be screened and you, too, my lady."
Balefully Dunwoodie shot a glance at the inkbeast and another at Cassy.
"It may last some time. I have no doubt of the result. None whatever. But in spite of your legal knowledge I suggest that you have associate counsel. Now, permit me to ask, would you care to retain me or would you prefer some one else?"
Cassy, who had dried her eyes, looked at him and it was remarkable how pretty she looked.
"Why, no, Mr. Dunwoodie, I would much rather have you, only——" Uncertainly she paused.
The eminent jurist took it up. "Only what?"
"Well, all I know about law is that it is very expensive and I have nothing except my grandfather's portrait."
Dunwoodie touched a button. "Ha! One moment."
A thin young man, with a pasty face and a slight stoop, opened the door.