“I wasn’t.”
“I was afraid you wouldn’t be. Have you anything new to offer?”
“No.”
“Well, I have. It is pretty plain to you that Brant will hang, lacking strong counsel, isn’t it?”
“Plainer than I wish it were.”
“Very good. Now there is just one lawyer in Christendom, so far as I know, whose services he can’t well refuse.”
“Who is it?”
“Judge Langford,” said the editor, crossing his legs and nursing one knee.
“But, good Lord, Forsyth, you are losing your grip! Have you forgotten that the judge is William Langford’s father?”
“I have forgotten nothing. From your point of view it would be out of the question, I grant you; but so far as heard from, you are the only person who doesn’t believe Brant did it. Now I am convinced that he did, and the judge is quite as sure that he did; so the difficulties on that side vanish. I don’t see what is to prevent the judge from taking the case, if he chooses to.”