We walked to one side. Mr. Stillwell was itching to hear what was said, but I gave him no opportunity of doing so.
In a few hurried words I told the lawyer what had happened, and asked his advice.
"Go to New York with him, and keep him there if possible," said Mr. Ranson. "Mr. Henshaw or his agent will be down soon and arrest him. I will fix matters with the judge."
"Shall I say anything to him?"
"No, let Mr. Mason do it for you."
A little more conversation passed between us, and then I announced my readiness to start.
"And good luck go with you," said Mr. Ranson in a voice loud enough for Mr. Stillwell to hear, and it made his nose go up in anger.
"Hope you're done," he snarled.
"Yes, sir, quite finished."
"Then come along."