"That is just what I came to speak to you about. It is called for to-morrow at ten."
"To-morrow at ten?"
"Yes."
"Are you quite ready with the defense?"
"I was until this nasty business of Frisbie's confession turned up. I shall have to take a copy of the paper containing it home with me to-night, and study it, to see how I can pull it to pieces, and destroy its effects upon the jury. Have you got it here?" said Mr. Bruce, taking up the afternoon paper that lay upon the table.
"Yes."
"Have you done with it?"
"Yes."
The lawyer folded up the paper and put it in his pocket, and took his hat to depart.
"Mr. Bruce," said the viscount earnestly, "I am about to ask you a question, which I must entreat you to answer truthfully: What are the chances of my acquittal?"