“Well,” said Mr. Madden, “all I can say is that if I hadn’t seen with my own eyes what happened in that court to-day I wouldn’t have believed it. To think that the judge, of all men——”
“It was Flanagan’s name and not my own,” said Joyce, “that I signed at the bottom of the note. ‘With the respectful compliments of Patrick Joseph Flanagan, the defendant,’ was what I wrote, like as if it was from him that the ducks came.”
“I’d never have thought of it,” said Mr. Madden. “Joyce, it’s you and not me that ought to be a lawyer. Lawyer! That’s nothing. You ought to be a Member of Parliament. Your talents are wasted, Joyce. Go into Parliament You’ll be a Cabinet Minister before you die.”
THE END