nature intended for her mate. I,” concluded the client, with an air of dramatic revelation, “am Mrs. Billings!”
“Gentleman to see you, sir,” shouted Archibald, invading the room almost at a handspring. Lawyer Gooch arose from his chair.
“Mrs. Billings,” he said courteously, “allow me to conduct you into the adjoining office apartment for a few minutes. I am expecting a very wealthy old gentleman on business connected with a will. In a very short while I will join you, and continue our consultation.”
With his accustomed chivalrous manner, Lawyer Gooch ushered his soulful client into the remaining unoccupied room, and came out, closing the door with circumspection.
The next visitor introduced by Archibald was a thin, nervous, irritable-looking man of middle age, with a worried and apprehensive expression of countenance. He carried in one hand a small satchel, which he set down upon the floor beside the chair which the lawyer placed for him. His clothing was of good quality, but it was worn without regard to neatness or style, and appeared to be covered with the dust of travel.
“You make a specialty of divorce cases,” he said, in an agitated but business-like tones.
“I may say,” began Lawyer Gooch, “that my practice has not altogether avoided———”
“I know you do,” interrupted client number three. “You needn’t tell me. I’ve heard all about you. I have a case to lay before you without necessarily disclosing
