“You mean you want me to act as attorney for James Driscoll?”
“Not exactly that,” Dimmick said. “We want you to co-operate with us. We’ll represent him. You’re representing Rosalind Prescott. Their interests are identical and—”
“Pardon me for interrupting,” Mason said, “but I’m not satisfied their interests are identical.”
“Just as I was telling Mr. Dimmick,” Rodney Cuff said eagerly. “It’s very evident that—”
“Shut up, Rodney!” Dimmick said, without taking his eyes from Mason’s face. “What makes you say their interests aren’t identical, Mr. Mason?”
“Because I don’t think they are.”
“You mean you think Rosalind Prescott might have been guilty of some crime that James Driscoll isn’t guilty of? That’s impossible.”
“No,” Mason said, “I meant it the other way.”
Dimmick said, “This is embarrassing to me personally, Mr. Mason. Very embarrassing. I never thought my name would be connected with a criminal case. But the bank insists I must supervise the defense personally. I can get some attorney who specializes in that sort of thing to sit in with me if I want, but under the terms of the trust I suppose I’m obligated to take personal charge. You can see where that leaves me.”
Mason nodded.