VII. — THE OLD ETONIAN TRAMP-4

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Mr Claybody nodded. “I know him very well. We have just briefed him in a big case.” “Sir Edward Leithen visited us two years ago as the guest of our Bar Association. His address was one of the most remarkable I have ever listened to. It was on John Marshall—the finest tribute ever paid to that great man, and one which I venture to say no American could have equalled. I had very little talk with him, but what I had impressed me profoundly with the breadth of his outlook and the powers of his mind. Yes, I should like to meet Sir Edward Leithen again.” The company had risen and were moving towards the drawing-room. “Now I wonder,” Mr Claybody was saying, “I heard that Leithen was somewhere in Scotland. I wonder if I could get him up for a few days to Haripol. Then I could bring him over he

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