“In a sense, yes. The matter has been put into my hands, and I thought the most satisfactory thing would be to come out here and talk to you. Of course, if you'd rather I'd see somebody else, it makes no difference to me.”
Mr. Bigelow was silent for a moment. Le Due glanced sideways at him as they passed under a corner light, and was glad to observe that he had penetrated the man's armour.
“Are you a lawyer?” was the Chairman's abrupt question.
“No, sir.”
“In what capacity have you come here?”
“Why, you see, Lizzie, Mrs. Craig's daughter, is my wife.”
Mr. Bigelow's reply was a half-audible grunt. “Mrs. Craig, you understand, is really suffering. She has no income and we have been keeping her with us; but I am not in a position to do much for her—not as much as I should like.”
“What do you want of me?”
“I believe—that you agreed to support her.”
“Well, how much do you want?”