Mr. Longcluse pressed his hand to his mouth. There was a silence. Perhaps he wished to hide some nervous movement there. He stood up, walked about a little, and then stood by Mr. Blinkinsop's chair, with his fingers on the back of it.
“We must make a great fight of this,” said Mr. Longcluse suddenly. “We'll fight it hard; we must win it. We shall win it, by——”
And after a short pause, he added gently,—
“That will do. I think I'll rest now; more, perhaps, another time. Good-bye.”
As they left the room, he signed to the attorney to stay.
“I have something for you—a word or two.”
The attorney turned back, and they remained closeted for a time.
