“If I had known it was you, Mr. Carter, my servant would have been told not to keep you waiting. I have had a most distressing day, and I did not feel that I could see callers. I assure you, nevertheless, that I am very glad to see you.”
“Thank you,” Nick replied, bowing.
“For I am deeply indebted to you,” Mrs. Clayton added feelingly. “Chester telephoned to me after his arrest and liberation on bail. It is very kind of you to feel such an interest in him, and to use your influence in his behalf.”
“He is my client,” smiled Nick, taking a chair she placed for him. “I couldn’t do less than I have done.”
“But in spite of such adverse circumstances, Mr. Carter, and the fact that so many think him guilty,” she replied. “You are one man in a hundred. I know that he is innocent, of course, but I don’t know how I ever can repay you for your faith in him.”
“I will tell you how, Mrs. Clayton,” Nick said, more gravely.
“Tell me how?”
“Yes.”
“What do you mean?
“Let me begin by—pardon!” Nick broke off abruptly. “Will you permit me to close the door?”