“Kellogg! That fat pig of a pettifogger?” cried the old woman, sniffing disdainfully. “I wouldn’t believe him on oath.”
“Never mind the law; give her the box, Toby,” implored Janet.
But Toby had a high respect for the law.
“Do you know Mr. Holbrook?” he asked.
“No,” said Janet.
“Who’s Holbrook?” inquired Mrs. Ritchie. “Never heard of him.”
“He is a young lawyer who has just come to Riverdale to practice. I think Will Chandler has rented him our offices,” explained the boy.
“Is he decent?” asked the old woman.
“I—I think so, ma’am. I’ve never seen him but once, a half hour ago. But I’m sure he is competent to advise us.”
“Go get him,” commanded Mrs. Ritchie.