lawyer.
âYouâd get off with three years if youâd any luck.â
That got my goat. Three years! I could have driven my fist into his fat face.
âIâve not had much luck so far,â I said, âso I donât think Iâll count on it now.â
Then it came over me that they were offering me under two hundred a year to go to prison, and it made me mad to be reckoned so cheap. I suppose he saw something in my face, for he pushed back the bench and stood up. I think his feet were cold, and seeing him afraid like that made me think that the driver was out of earshot. And then next minute I thought I was mistaken, for I heard the door behind me open softly. I looked over my shoulder and saw about an inch of black night showing between the door and the jamb. I couldnât see anything else. The door didnât move; but I thought that some one was standing there listening.
I turned back again. It didnât matter to me who listened.
âWell?â I said. âWhatâs my crime? You havenât told me yet.â
âYou agree?â said he with a show of eagerness.
âI donât agree or disagree till I know where I am.â
He sat down again.
âWell, just suppose a case. Let us suppose that a personâwho we neednât nameâhas anticipated a sum of money which would in all probability have passed to him legally within a year or two.â
âAll right,â I said, âhe anticipated some money. In other words he pinched it.â
He waved again. I thought the door moved behind me.
âDo you mind telling me how?â I proceeded.
âThere was a matter of a check,â said he.
âForgery runs to more than three years,â said Iâand I thought the door moved again.
I looked back, but it was still just ajar. The smell of violets came in out of the dark outside. There are no violets in a Surrey wood in September; but there had been a scent of violets in the car. I did not think that it was the driver who had opened the door. I thought that there was a woman standing there listening, and I wondered who she was.
The fat man spread out his hands.
âA first offenseâit would be that, I suppose.â
âI really donât know. You havenât told me who your forger is.â
âThat,â he said, âis not necessary.â
âOr how you propose to persuade a jury to accept yourâsubstitute.â
He had an answer ready for that. I suppose he had prepared it.
âLet us put it this way. Money has been withdrawn from a certain accountâlet us call it Mr. Aâs account, and Mr. Aâs suspicions have become aroused. He knows that a check has been forged. He is determined to find out who forged it and to prosecute. His suspicions will inevitably lead him to the right person unless they are diverted to a substituteâââ He talked like a man who has learnt a thing by heart. Every now and then he slid a paper into the light and looked at it.
âAnd how do you propose they should be diverted?â
âIf a second check were presentedâa second forgeryâin circumstances which plainly indicated theâsubstitute, Mr. A would naturally conclude that his suspicions had been groundless, and that the two checks were the work of the same hand.â
I put my fist on the table and looked at it.
âMy hand?â
He nodded and sat back with the air of having got the thing off his chest.
âThanks,â I said. âI think not.â And I got up to go.
âFive hundred pounds,â he said, and rapped the table.
Like an echo I heard Fay say, âFive hundred poundsâI must have five hundred pounds.â
It was a relief to get the light out of my eyes. Standing, it didnât worry me. I looked over the top of the lantern, but I couldnât see his face. He had both hands on the table and was leaning over them. I saw his hat, his bulky
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