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Chapter 1
Chapter 1 Francis Ledsam, alert, well-satisfied with himself and the world, the echo of a little buzz of congratulations still in his ears, paused on the steps of the modern Temple of Justice to light a cigarette before calling for a taxi to take him to his club. Visions of a whisky and soda— his throat was a little parched — and a rubber of easy-going bridge at his favourite table, were already before his eyes. A woman who had followed him from the Court touched him on the shoulder. “Can I speak to you for a moment, Mr. Ledsam?” The barrister frowned slightly as he swung around to confront his questioner. It was such a familiar form of address. “What do you want?” he asked, a little curtly. “A few minutes’ conversation with you,” was the calm reply. “The matter is important.
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