Grey hesitated for a moment. Then:
“I think it’s absolutely hopeless,” he said frankly. “Nothing short of a miracle can save Leslie now.”
“So that an appeal will simply mean the infliction of quite unnecessary anguish on two people who have already had more than their share of suffering?”
“I suppose you can put it that way,” answered Grey soberly. “All the same, it’s his last chance and we can’t afford not to take it.”
Fayre nodded thoughtfully.
“I’ll travel up with you,” he said. “Have I time to pack?”
“Plenty. I’m off to see Leslie. I’d hoped you might stay on and have a few words with him before he is moved. I think I can work it and it would mean a lot to him now.”
The distress on Fayre’s face deepened, but his lips were set in an obstinate line.
“I’m sorry,” he said firmly, “but I must get up to town at once. I’d stay if I could, and anyhow I’ll run down again later.”
“Any message for him?”