Twisden.  Yes.

Graviter [Touching the envelope] Chance brought this here, sir.  That man won’t talk—­he’s too scared.

Twisden.  Gilman.

Graviter.  Too respectable.  If De Levis got those notes back, and the rest of the money, anonymously?

Twisden.  But the case, Graviter; the case.

Graviter.  I don’t believe this alters what I’ve been thinking.

Twisden.  Thought is one thing—­knowledge another.  There’s duty to our profession.  Ours is a fine calling.  On the good faith of solicitors a very great deal hangs. [He crosses to the hearth as if warmth would help him].

Graviter.  It’ll let him in for a prosecution.  He came to us in confidence.

Twisden.  Not as against the law.

Graviter.  No.  I suppose not. [A pause] By Jove, I don’t like losing this case.  I don’t like the admission we backed such a wrong ’un.

Twisden.  Impossible to go on.  Apart from ourselves, there’s Sir Frederic.  We must disclose to him—­can’t let him go on in the dark.  Complete confidence between solicitor and counsel is the essence of professional honour.

Graviter.  What are you going to do then, sir?

Twisden.  See Dancy at once.  Get him on the phone.

Graviter. [Taking up the telephone] Get me Captain Dancy’s flat. . . .  What? . . .[To Twisden] Mrs Dancy is here.  That’s a propos with a vengeance.  Are you going to see her, sir?

Twisden. [After a moment’s painful hesitation] I must.

Graviter. [Telephoning] Bring Mrs Dancy up. [He turns to the window].

     Mabel dandy is shown in, looking very pale.  Twisden advances from
     the fire, and takes her hand.

Mabel.  Major Colford’s taken Ronny off in his car for the night.  I thought it would do him good.  I said I’d come round in case there was anything you wanted to say before to-morrow.

Twisden. [Taken aback] Where have they gone?

Mabel.  I don’t know, but he’ll be home before ten o’clock to-morrow.  Is there anything?

Twisden.  Well, I’d like to see him before the Court sits.  Send him on here as soon as he comes.

Mabel. [With her hand to her forehead] Oh!  Mr Twisden, when will it be over?  My head’s getting awful sitting in that Court.

Twisden.  My dear Mrs Dancy, there’s no need at all for you to come down to-morrow; take a rest and nurse your head.

Mabel.  Really and truly?

Twisden.  Yes; it’s the very best thing you can do.

Graviter turns his head, and looks at them unobserved.

Mabel.  How do you think it’s going?

Twisden.  It went very well to-day; very well indeed.