Miss Allen stared at him, puzzled.
“He’ll appeal, of course?”
“I suppose so, but there’s no hope there, I’m afraid. I can imagine no reason for upsetting the verdict. Kean was magnificent, but the facts were too strong for him. Don’t let Cynthia count on it.”
They talked for a few minutes and then he hurried back to his hotel, hoping to catch Grey.
The solicitor was waiting for him in their joint sitting-room.
“Sir Edward has gone back to town,” he said. “He could not wait. He told me to say that he was sorry to have missed you. He’s sick over this business. I’ve never seen a man so cut up at losing a case.”
“You’ll appeal, I suppose?”
“Of course, but I’m not sanguine; neither is Sir Edward.”
Fayre looked him straight in the eyes.
“What’s your honest opinion?” he asked.