Says he wouldn't touch it with a pole. And he was rather a big
bug at it in his time, I believe."
Laurie sneered audibly.
"Got frightened, I suppose," he said. "Of course, I know well enough
that it's rather startling--"
"My dear man, he was in the thick of it for ten years. I'll
acknowledge his stories are hair-raising, if one believed them; but
then, you see--"
"What's his address?"
Morton jerked his head towards the directories in the bookshelf.
"Find him there," he said. "I'll give you an introduction if you want
it. Though, mind you, I think he talks as much rot as anyone--"
"What does he say?"
"Lord!--I don't know. Some theory or other. But, at any rate, he's
given it up."
Laurie pursed his lips.
"I daresay I'll ask you some time," he said. "Meanwhile--"
"Meanwhile, for the Lord's sake, get on with that business you've got
there."
* * * * *
Mr. Morton was indeed, as Laurie had reflected, extraordinarily
uninterested in things outside his beat; and his beat was not a very
extended one. He was a quite admirable barrister, competent, alert,
merciless and kindly at the proper times, and, while at his business,
thought of hardly anything else at all.
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