"What did you say her name was?
Ida something--" Waymark was puzzled and suspicious, and showed both feelings in his looks, but Mr.Woodstock preserved a stolid indifference which it was very difficult to believe feigned.
"I've been busy," said the latter.

"Never mind; there's time.

She was remanded for a week, you said?
I'll go and see Helter about her.

May as well come along with me, and put the case in 'artistic' form." It was a word frequently on Waymark's lips, and he recognised the unwonted touch of satire with a smile, but was yet more puzzled.

They set out together to the office of the solicitor who did Abraham's legal business, and held with him a long colloquy.