been called to the Bar. As a matter of fact, he'll be fairly well independent, even if he never sees a brief in his life."
"He has been called, has he, sir?' asked Pratt, laying a telegram form on Eldrick's writing pad and handing him a pen. "I wasn't aware of that."
"Called this term—quite recently—at Gray's Inn," replied Eldrick, as he sat down. "Very promising, clever young man. Look here!—we'd better send two wires, one to his private address, and one to his chambers. They're both in that book. It's six o'clock, isn't it?—he might be at his chambers yet, but he may have gone home. I'll write both messages—you put the addresses on, and get the wire off—we must have him down here as soon as possible."
"One address is 53x, Pump Court; the other's 96, Cloburn Square," remarked Pratt consulting the book. "There's an express from King's Cross at 8.15 which gets here midnight."
"Oh, it would do if he came down first thing in the morning—leave it to him," said Eldrick. "Is say, Pratt, do you think an inquest will be necessary?"
Pratt had not thought of that—he began to think. And while he was thinking, the doctor whom he had summoned came in. He looked at the dead man, asked the clerk a few questions, and was apparently satisfied. "I don't think there's any need for an inquest," he said in reply to Eldrick. "I knew the old man very well—he was much feebler than he would admit. The exertion of coming up these stairs of yours, and the coughing brought on by the fog outside—that was quite enough.
