“Humph,” was Judge Ellis’ reply. “This is a waste of both your time and mine.”
The doctor nodded. “Judge Ellis,” he said. “I’d appreciate it if you’d give me a little advice. You see, my father is a prominent surgeon in New York City, and you can’t tell him anything. He has studied medicine all his life, and he is a very wise man ... medically speaking, of course.”
“Glad to hear it,” the judge grunted.
Dr. Daley sighed. “But he’s a baby in some ways. A couple of years ago he made some bad financial investments. He knew what he was signing when he made the transactions. Now he wants to sue the company. But his lawyer ... a young man about my age ... but very good ... advises him not to sue.”
Judge Ellis grunted. “Why not?”
Dr. Daley shrugged. “He’d be throwing good money after bad. The company couldn’t pay even if he did sue. He won’t get a cent.”
“Who’s handling the case? Your father’s lawyer, I mean?”
“Stanley Jordan of Smith, Perkins and Jordan.”
Judge Ellis nodded gravely. “Jordan is an excellent man. Your father should have implicit faith in him. Know him well!”
A smile spread across the doctor’s face. “But, sir, you don’t know my father. He thinks because Jordan is a young man and he is much older, that he knows better.”