You are not the man for this class of work, to speak bluntly. You are either too deep or you are not deep enough. But as I say, we have got to stand to it now. My last words will be to urge you to put as good a face upon it as you can."
In other words," said Northcote, stiffening, "you will look to me to do my best."
"I don't put it in that form exactly," said the solicitor, midway between exasperation and a desire to be courteous. "I want you fully to appreciate that you are handling an extremely tough job, and I merely want you to make the best of it, that's all."
"I will tell you, Mr. Whitcomb," said Northcote, striving in vain to avert the explosion that had been gathering for so long, "that if it were not now the eleventh hour, if I had not pledged myself to this thing more deeply than you know, if it were not a matter of life and death to me as well as to your client, I would throw your brief back at you rather than submit to this. It will be time enough for you to get upon your platform when I have made a hash of everything."
"Yes, I think you are entitled to say that," said the solicitor impartially, having made a successful effort to recapture his own serenity. "I have no right to talk as I am doing; I have never done so to any one else. I suspect you have got on my nerves a bit."
"Yes, the whole matter throws back to the clash of our temperaments," said Northcote, unable to cloak his own irritation now that it had walked abroad. "It is a pity that we ever attempted to work together. Yet for one who envelops himself
