“I know nothing about any conference, and never expected to meet you here, Lorimer, or you, Lord Warrington. I had an urgent message from Rawson.”
“As we did; but why on earth he sent for us we can’t imagine, unless there is something fresh about Carling.”
“I hope there may be. If he’s hanged to-morrow you’ll be responsible for a frightful miscarriage of justice, Lorimer!” said Cummings-Browne.
“Oh, come now! You put up a magnificent fight for him at the trial and since, but you don’t—you can’t—personally believe he is innocent?”
“You are wrong for once. I am absolutely convinced in my own mind that he is innocent—was convinced almost from the first. It’s the most difficult, the most baffling case I’ve ever had!”
Lorimer looked at him perplexedly, but made no further comment, for Jenkins announced, “Mr. Austin Starr and Mr. Snell,” and the two entered. They had arrived together, and exchanged murmured questions as they came up.
Cummings-Browne greeted Austin, Lorimer nodded to Snell with the question:
“Anything fresh, Mr. Snell?”
“Not that I know of, sir.”
“But what are we all supposed to be here for?” Lord Warrington demanded.