He pulled a chair up for his visitor and again gazed on him with curiosity but without affection. Something in Timothy’s attitude annoyed Cartwright.
“You’re not glad to see me?” he said.
“Not very,” admitted Timothy. “The truth is, you’ve only just come into existence so far as I am concerned. I thought you were dead.”
“You didn’t know?”
Timothy shook his head.
“Not until a few minutes ago. I was reading the cuttings about your trial——”
“So that was what you were reading?” said the man. “I’d like to see ’em one of these days. Do you know what I’ve come for?”
It was only at that moment that Sir John flashed through Timothy’s mind.
“I guess what you’ve come after,” he said slowly. “You’re here to see Sir John Maxell.”
“I’m here to see Mister Justice Maxell,” said the man between his teeth. “You’re a good guesser.”