“Single,” said Mr Reeder, not without a certain amount of satisfaction. “Alas! Yes, I am—um—single.”
He looked at his new client glumly.
“The young lady is staying——”
“In town, yes,” nodded the other. “At Haymarket Central Hotel. You will take this case?”
Mr Reeder pulled at his nose and fingered his close-clipped side-whiskers. He settled his glasses on his nose and took them off again.
“Which case?” he asked.
Dr Ingham was pained.
“The case I have outlined.” He groped beneath his clerical coat and produced a card. “I have written Mr Lance Ralph’s office address on the back of my card——”
J. G. took the card and read its written inscription; turned it over and read the printed inscription. This gentleman was a doctor of divinity, and lived at Grayne Hall, near St Margaret’s Bay, in
