“Not yet. I was going to finish Jones versus Lancaster first.”
“And this is re Esdaile, eh? What’s that? Esdaile, Esdaile, and Co. Why, that’s the name of the wine-merchants’ firm where Cyril Mallow was partner.”
“What?” roared Luke.
He snatched the brief from his father’s hand, tore it open, and as the leaves fluttered in his trembling hand he sank back in a chair, looking like one who had received some deadly blow.
Part 3, Chapter V.
A Hard Duty.
Old Michael Ross was at his son’s side on the instant.
“Are you ill, my boy? Tell me what it is! You frighten me, Luke!—you frighten me!”