As the man spoke his lips slowly moved apart. A diabolical smile flitted across his face.
“You will guide me,” said Mrs. Pelham. “You will tell me what steps to take?”
“No, I must not do that. You must consult your own lawyer.”
“What, Mr. Carroll? He was one of dear little Piers’s guardians.”
“Carroll is a barrister, is he not?”
“Yes.”
“You must put your affairs into the hands of an able solicitor. Doubtless, Carroll will tell you the right man.”
Mrs. Pelham was silent.
“When we reach town you had better go straight to Carroll and ask his advice. He will tell you the proper man to employ. You must have a very smart criminal solicitor. If possible, you had better instruct Wilkinson. You must have a criminal barrister also—Chartris is your man.”
“Is all this necessary?”