“Thought he would be, or I shouldn’t have sent him.”
“Humph!”
I wanted to talk, but I found that it would be of no use now, so I contented myself with studying the brothers, and, just then, Tom Girtley came in.
“Won’t disturb you,” he said quickly; “just off. Good-night, Mr Rowle, good-night, Tony.”
“Who’s he?” said Mr Peter, as the door closed.
“A friend of mine—a young solicitor.”
“Any good?—Trust him?” said Mr Peter quickly.
“Yes, he is very clever in his profession,” I said wonderingly.
“Call him back, then,” said Mr Peter. “I’ve got something for him to hear.”