“Yes, Altamont Terrace. Don’t be too savage with him, Forsyth. He has had lots of grief lately.”
“He will have more if he shirks in this affair. But I sha’n’t be any harsher with him than I have to be.”
Half an hour later Forsyth rang the Hollywood door bell, and sent his card to the judge, who presently received his visitor in the library.
“I am right glad to see you, Mr. Forsyth,” he said, rising and shaking hands cordially with the editor. “No, don’t apologize for coming; you are very welcome. Be seated.”
Forsyth took the proffered chair and plunged at once into the midst of his errand.
“It is about Brant, as you will infer. Yesterday you asked me to try again to make him listen to reason in the matter of employing counsel. I have tried thrice, and failed.”
“Does he still refuse to give his reasons?”
“He does.”
“And is he fully aware of the probable consequences?”
“As fully aware as we are.”