"I may tell you, Mrs. Harrison," said the solicitor, with his well-fed chuckle, "that if your knowledge can compare with that of this gentleman, you are one of the wisest persons in the world. He will tell you so himself."
So crude a gibe had the happy effect of restoring to Northcote his self-possession.
"My name is not known, Mrs. Harrison," he said, with his fibres stiffening, and his voice growing deeper and falling under control, "but you can trust me to eke out my inexperience with a determination to serve you to the utmost of my power."
Northcote saw that two luminous orbs were being defined slowly in the centre of the gloom. For an instant no reply was made to his words, and then he was conscious that a faint voice was whispering, "If your friend would go right away with the warder—right away to the end of the room, then perhaps we could speak with one another here where it is so dark."
"Whitcomb," said Northcote, in a low tone, "please take the warder right up to the window at the other end, where you can see to read, and read the Law Journal to her."
"How d'ye do, ma'am," said the solicitor, turning to the ghoul in his promptest, blandest, and most musical manner. "I think it has been my privilege to meet you before, although you may not remember me. Is that boy of yours prospering in the police force?"
"I haven't got a boy in the police force," said the sibyl, in a loud, strident tone.
"Then which of your blood relations is it, may
