“Yes, sir; he ’as was lately in the Bench, and is now at Harleydale Manor, Devon. A friend of yourn I believe, sir.”
“Your business is directly, then, with him?”
“He is directly affected by it,” returned Chewkle, dropping his eyes, unable to endure the bright gaze of the little golden-hued money-lender.
“And you desire to negociate the matter through me,” continued Gomer, as Chewkle paused.
“I do,” he answered.
“Proceed,” said Gomer, laconically.
“Mr. Wilton is claimant to a large property in Devonshire and elsewhere,” said Chewkle. “As I have been concerned for Mr. Grahame, of course you know I am aware of that.”
Nathan Gomer nodded.
“It is about that property I want to speak to you, sir,” he added.
“Go on,” observed Nathan, drily.