But when she turned into the High Street of the busy country town she became aware that she had been recognized by certain of the people who had passed her, and by the time she had reached the lawyer’s office some ten to twenty men and women were dogging her footsteps.
She began to feel like a hunted thing, and oh, the relief of finding herself in the hall of the house where she had come with her uncle on the day her lover had been arrested.
This time Jean was shown straight into the room where Mr. Toogood, the last time she was here, had remained closeted with her uncle for so long.
She went, as was her nature, straight to the point.
“I have made up my mind to ask for an order to see Mr. Garlett,” she said quietly. “And I should be grateful if you would tell him, Mr. Toogood, that it is because I have to speak to him on a matter of importance that I’m doing what I know he does not wish me to do.”
“I’ve always thought his attitude as to that quite unreasonable,” said the lawyer in a decided tone.
“How would you like Mrs. Toogood or your daughter to see you in prison?” asked Jean in a low voice.
“There’s something in that—especially as I suppose you realize, Miss Bower, that you won’t see Mr. Garlett alone?”
“I thought perhaps that as I want to see him on private business, I would be granted the privilege of seeing him alone.”
He shook his head.