“I’ll explain.” She sat with her elbows resting on the table, her hands covering her ears, her eyes dominating him as he sat across from her, taking in her words.
“You know what they did to John Bradley?”
“Yes; they killed him.”
“And you know what they did to me?”
“I know; they threw you out of court; treated you like a dog.”
“Worse than a dog. I said that day when they got their verdict that I’d make them sorry for it. I propose to do it, and I want you to help me.”
“How?”
“I want Richard Malleson smashed. I want his company wrecked. I’ll be satisfied with nothing less.”
“You’ve laid out a big job.”