Major Welch had supposed that the Doctor would find his profession more profitable, or at least that it would take up all his time if he proposed to follow it; but Still explained that there was not a great deal of practice, and that the clerk’s place was a “paying office.”
When they arrived at Leech’s house Major Welch found it a big, modern affair with a mansard roof, set in the middle of a treeless lot. To Major Welch’s surprise, Leech was not at home. Still appeared much disconcerted.
As they crossed the yard, the Major observed a sign over a door: “Allen and Gray. Law Office.”
“If necessary we could secure their services,” he said, indicating the sign.
Still drew up to his side, and lowered his voice, looking around: They were the lawyers he had told him of, he said. That was “that fellow Allen, the leader in all the trouble that went on.”
“Who’s Gray?” The Major was still scanning the sign.
Still gave a curious little laugh.
“He’s the one as used to own my place—Mr. Gray’s son. He’s a bad one, too. He’s just come back and set up as a lawyer. Fact is, I believe he’s set up as one, more to devil me than anything else.”
Major Welch said, dryly, that he did not see why his setting up as a lawyer should bedevil him. Still hesitated.