"You are quite right, Stanton," the lawyer replied. "I see your point, and I admire you for it. But we must do something."
"Certainly. But let us do nothing hastily. Let me think this over to-night, and we can discuss it again in the morning. You have told me so much that I am anxious to consider every point very carefully. Will that do?"
Further conversation was interrupted by the arrival of Mrs. Garton. She was delighted to see Douglas, and at once began to question him about his adventures at Rixton.
"Let us have a cup of cocoa first, Kit," her husband suggested. "And a piece of your nice cake, too," he added.
"Starving as usual," Mrs. Garton smilingly replied. "Didn't you have your dinner?"
"Why, yes, but it's nearly eleven now, and you promised to be home at ten."
When the cocoa had been made and brought into the study, Mrs. Garton looked quizzically at Douglas.
"If I met you on the street I would not recognise you," she remarked.
"So that's the way you treat your friends, is it!" her husband bantered.
"Oh, I don't mean that, Charles," she protested. "But I never saw Mr.
Stanton dressed that way before."