"Don't answer," advised Judge Enderby, in his profoundest tones, "if it tends to incriminate or degrade you."
"Hullo!" cried Mr. Wayne. "Where do you come in?"
"I am Mr. Smith's counsel."
"The devil you are!"
"Therefore my presence is strictly professional."
Now, Mr. Henry Clay Wayne was a tolerably shrewd judge of humankind. To be sure, the Tyro was of a species new to him. Hence he had gone cautiously, testing him for temper and poise. At this point he determined upon what he would have described as "rough-neck work."
"How much will he take, Enderby?"
"For what?"
"To quit."
With admirable agility for one of his age, Judge Enderby jumped in front of the Tyro. He had seen, underneath the rebellious side-curl which came down across the youth's temple, a small vein swell suddenly and purply.