"We have seen him."
"And the result?"
"Was what you predicted. See, here in my note book, I have his very words; you can judge for yourself."
O'Meara passes his note book across to his questioner, and the latter reads rapidly, the short sentences scrawled by his host.
"So," he says, lifting his eyes from the note book. "Doctor Heath refuses to defend himself. Mr. Vandyck," turning suddenly upon Ray, "sit down, sir; draw your chair up here; I wish to look at you, sir."
Not a little astonished, but obeying orders like a veteran, Ray complies mutely.
"Now then," says Mr. Wedron, with brisk good nature, "let's get down to business. Mr. Vandyck, I am here to save Clifford Heath; I was at the inquest; I have had long experience in this sort of business, and I arrive at my conclusions rapidly, after a way of my own. O'Meara, prepare to write a synopsis of our reasonings."
"Of your reasonings," corrects the lawyer, drawing pen and paper toward himself.
"Of my reasonings then. First; are you ready, O'Meara?"
"All ready."