“Yes, sir.”
“Do you believe, Connor, that it is really as necessary as he pretends for Mr. Bentley to see me without delay?”
“Mr. Bentley is your lawyer, sir,” pointed out Connor firmly. “If he says so, sir, I think it would be so.”
“You’re wrong, Connor; you’re wrong! This letter is dated just seven weeks ago. As I haven’t seen Mr. Bentley yet, and am still in good health and spirits, it can’t have been vitally necessary that he see me without delay, can it? Necessity knows no law, Connor, and law knows no necessity that can’t wait seven weeks.”
“Mr. Bentley has been telephoning, sir, almost every day.”
“Has he? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I tried to inform you about several telephone messages, Mr. Jacob—”
“So you did, when you met me at the pier.”
“And you told me if the telephone annoyed me, to have it taken out, sir.”
“Right; right; perfectly right! Did you have it taken out?”