Carless. "Um--yes, that might
be very useful. Ring Methley's up, Portlethwaite, and ask if they would
oblige us with the name of Mr. Cave's hotel--some residential hotel in
Lancaster Gate, I believe."
Mr. Pawle and Viner went away, ruminating over the recent events, and
walked to the old lawyer's offices in Bedford Row. Mr. Pawle's own
particular clerk met them as they entered.
"There's Mr. Roland Perkwite, of the Middle Temple, in your room, sir,"
he said, addressing his master. "You may remember him, sir--we've briefed
him once or twice in some small cases. Mr. Perkwite wants to see you
about this Ashton affair--he says he's something to tell you."
Mr. Pawle looked at Viner and beckoned him to follow.
"Here a little, and there a little!" he whispered. "What are we going to
hear this time?"
CHAPTER XXI
THE MARSEILLES MEETING
The man who was waiting in Mr. Pawle's room, and who rose from his chair
with alacrity as the old lawyer entered with Viner at his heels, was an
alert, sharp-eyed person of something under middle-age, whose
clean-shaven countenance and general air immediately suggested the Law
Courts.
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