Convinced that the question had been designed to test him, Bofinger allowed a requisite interval to salve his dignity, before replying:
"You are, I see, unfamiliar with the etiquette of attorney and client. For that reason and because I see your business is of a kind to alarm you I'll pass over what you have just said. But I insist that without further delay" (here he consulted his watch) "you come to the matter in point, Mr. ——"
The little man shook his head nervously.
"You don't wish to give your name?"
"I don't."
"That ain't unusual," Bofinger said graciously. "Well, how can I help you?"
Thus faced, the client said carefully:
"It is a delicate matter."
At this trite introduction, Bofinger could not restrain a certain disappointed loosening of his body. He crossed his legs, caged his fingers and, meditating on the ceiling, volunteered: