Chapter 16
Francis Ledsam was himself again, the lightest-hearted and most
popular member of his club, still a brilliant figure in the courts,
although his appearances there were less frequent, still devoting
the greater portion of his time, to his profession, although his
work in connection with it had become less spectacular. One
morning, at the corner of Clarges Street and Curzon Street, about
three weeks after his visit to the Opera, he came face to face with
Sir Timothy Brast.
“Well, my altruistic peerer into other people’s affairs, how
goes it?” the latter enquired pleasantly.
“How does it seem, my arch-criminal, to be still breathing God’s
fresh air?” Francis retorted in the same vein. “Make the most of
it. It may not last for ever.”
Sir Timothy smiled. He was looking
