"It does," said Amidon. "What can I say to her?"
"You haven't a piece of property here," said the judge, going on with the matters uppermost in his mind, "that you could successfully maintain replevin for, if anybody converted it. They'd ask you on cross-examination if it was yours, and you'd have to say you didn't know! And there's a world of property, I find. They could take it all away from you without your knowing it, if they only knew. Have you any course mapped out—any plans?"
"To a certain extent, yes," said Florian. "I shall call on her this evening."
"For help, yes," said the judge. "She must bring Brassfield up, so that we can find out about some property matters."
"I don't mean that," said Amidon. "I must call on Miss Waldron—Elizabeth."
"And neglect——" began the judge.
"Everything," said Florian firmly. "This is something that concerns my honor as a gentleman. While it remains in its present state, I can't bother with these property matters. Have I an office?"
"Have you!" said the judge. "Well, just wait until you see them."
"And an office force?"
"Confidential manager named Stevens, as per the notes,"; said Judge Blodgett. "Bookkeeper, assistant bookkeeper and stenographer. Tried to pump 'em and got frozen out. Yes, you've got an office force."