"Let's call him a very sharp lawyer," said Flanders defensively. "They tell me, though, he is on the wrong side of the market—in deep."
"And you?"
"Oh, I? I'm a bachelor," he said with a shrug of his shoulders, "and if I come a cropper it makes no difference."
"Is that possible?" she said, looking at him quickly.
"Probable even. And who else is coming?"
"Maude Lille—you know her?"
"I think not."
"You met her here—a journalist."
"Quite so, a strange career."
"Mr. Harris, a clubman, is coming, and the Stanley Cheevers."