Seems to bring one amongst the goats, somehow." "Bit of a shock, no doubt," the lawyer assented, "but I still don't understand Ledsam's sending back all his briefs.

He's not going to chuck the profession, is he ?" "Not by any means," Wilmore declared.

"I think he has an idea, though, that he doesn't want to accept any briefs unless he is convinced that the person whom he has to represent is innocent, and lawyers don't like that sort of thing, you know.

You can't pick and choose, even when you have Leadsam's gifts." "The fact of it is," the novelist commented, "Francis Ledsam isn't callous enough to be associated with you money-grubbing dispensers of the law.

He'd be all right as Public Prosecutor, a sort of Sir Galahad waving the banner of virtue, but he hates to stuff his pockets at the expense of the criminal classes." "Who the mischief are the criminal classes ?" a police court magistrate demanded.