“Relapsed again; it's the fifth time.”
Gregory turned his face to the window, and looked at the sky.
“I must go and see her. Just give me her address.”
Mrs. Shortman read from a green book:
“'Mrs. Porter, 2 Bilcock Buildings, Bloomsbury.' Mr. Vigil!”
“Yes.”
“Mr. Vigil, I do sometimes wish you would not persevere so long with those hopeless cases; they never seem to come to anything, and your time is so valuable.”
“How can I give them up, Mrs. Shortman? There's no choice.”
“But, Mr. Vigil, why is there no choice? You must draw the line somewhere. Do forgive me for saying that I think you sometimes waste your time.”
Gregory turned to the girl at the typewriter.