"Had he an address in town?"
"Only his club, so far as I know."
"Which was his club?"
"The Carlton."
"That sounds good enough. Did you use to write to him there?"
"Not often; he only liked me to write to him when I had something of importance to say. He cared neither for reading nor for writing letters. He once told me that there were a lot of women who seemed to have nothing better to do than waste their own and other people's time by scribbling a lot of nonsense, which they cut up into lengths, sent through the post, and called letters. He hoped I should never become one of them. I remembered what he said, and never troubled him with one of the 'lengths' called letters if I could help it."
Both of them smiled; only the doctor's was a whimsical smile, and hers was hardly suggestive of mirth.
"You haven't told me who his lawyer is."
"The only lawyer I ever heard him mention was Mr. Nash."
"Nash? He only employed him in little local jobs; in no sense was he his man of business; I've reasons for knowing that his opinion of Herbert Nash's legal ability is not an unduly high one."