As they drew near the back entrance three men, one following the other, came out.
Simon stopped.
He had recognised Tidd; he seemed also to recognise more fully his own position and to remember. Bobby felt his hand tightly clasping his own.
"Why, this is Mr. Tidd," said Simon.
"Mr. Pettigrew," said Tidd, "where are my papers—the papers in the case of Renshaw?"
"Tidd v. Renshaw," said Simon's accurate mind. "They are in the top left-hand drawer of my bureau in Charles Street, Westminster."
CHAPTER IX CHAPTER THE LAST
"You are all absolutely wrong." Julia Delyse was speaking. She had been sitting mumchance at a general meeting of the Pettigrew confraternity held half an hour before Bench in a sitting-room of the Rose Hotel.