way。Andit’sthelaw。“
Helookedimpatientlyathiswatch。Asheputitbackagaininhispockettherewasaringatthebell。Wasittheladbringingtheluggage？Yes。And，withit，thelawyer’sreport？No。Betterthanthat——thelawyerhimself。
“Comein!“criedGeoffrey，meetinghisvisitoratthedoor。
Thelawyerenteredthedining-room。Thecandle-lightrevealedtoviewacorpulent，full-lipped，bright-eyedman——withastrainofnegrobloodinhisyellowface，andwithunmistakabletracesinhislookandmannerofwalkinghabituallyinthedirtiestprofessionalby-waysofthelaw。
“I’vegotalittleplaceofmyowninyourneighborhood，“hesaid。“AndIthoughtIwouldlookinmyself，Mr。Delamayn，onmywayhome。“