In less than half an hour the lawyer was conducted into the presence of Carlos. The two were left alone.
Mr. Royalton was rather tall, of erect stature, and commanding presence. A dark mustache and flowing side-whiskers graced a face of intelligence and decision. His eyes were dauntless and searching in their expression; and his whole countenance and general air indicated a man of energy and deliberate promptness, so to speak, in pursuing any undertaking in which he might be engaged.
He bowed courteously to Carlos. The latter spoke at once:
“My full name,” he said, “is Carlos Conrad. And yours——”
The lawyer handed him a printed card, which read as follows:
“CHAS. H. ROYALTON,
ATTORNEY AND COUNSELOR AT LAW,
Dalton.”
“I am here under a terrible charge,” said Carlos.
“Yes,” said Mr. Royalton. “Do you wish to retain me?”