“And the tenth?” Herriard laughed.
“Is composed of equal parts of law and luck. You ought to make a big hit here, Geof. It’s a fighting case, if ever there was one; the sort of case where, even with losing it a foregone conclusion, a man who can seize the chance is sure to send up his reputation.”
“I’m afraid of Lady Rullington.”
“Never mind her, as long as you are not afraid of yourself.”
“She may break down under Maxwell’s cross-examination.”
“Maxwell’s line of comity will naturally be to bully her into damaging admissions; so much the better for you. A better man for our purpose could not lead against you. You can have the chivalrous stop out all along, and make capital out of his treatment of your witness. Do everything to get the sympathy, at least of the public, with you, and fight, fight, fight; then, whatever the result, you, Geoffrey Herriard, will score heavily.”
“Thanks to you.”
“Oh, you know I am only too grateful to find a means of utilizing what must otherwise now be a buried talent. By the way, talking of causes célèbres, what is the latest about the Vaux House affair.”
“I have heard of no further development.”
“Of course every one is talking about it?”