“Yes, my Lord.”
“You will bring them back to me here.”
“I have just seen the gentleman, and I’ve just dealt with him. He is a very great rogue and I had to call an officer—a constable in. I settled him.”
Mr. Church opened his mouth as though he were going to speak. Then he shut it again.
“Go on,” said Jones. “What were you going to say?”
“Well, your Lordship, I was going to say that I am very glad to hear that. When you told me four months ago, in confidence, what Voles was having out of you, you will remember what advice I gave your Lordship. ‘Don’t be squeezed,’ I said. ‘Squeeze him.’ Your Lordship’s solicitor, Mr. Mortimer Collins, I believe, told you the same.”
“I have taken your advice. I find it so good that I am going to ask your advice often again—Do you see any difference in me, Mr. Church?”
“Yes, my Lord, you have changed. If your Lordship will excuse me for saying so.”
“How?”