To-morrow, perhaps.
This news of Gorsuch has come very sudden, you know.

If I can show him that the new tenant has moved in already he might wait until his first month's rent was paid.

You see that--" "Oh, yes, Pawson, I see--see it all clear as day," interrupted St.
George--"have been seeing it for some months past, although neither you nor Gadgem seem to have been aware of that fact." This came with so grave a tone that Pawson raised his eyes inquiringly.

"And who is this man," Temple went on, "who wants to step into my shoes?
Be sure you tell him they are half-soled," and he held up one boot.

He might want to dance or hunt in them--and his toes would be out the first thing he knew." "He is Mr.Gorsuch's attorney, sir, a Mr.Fogbin," Pawson answered, omitting any reference to the boots and still concerned over the gravity of the situation.