CHAPTER III.
Mr.John Lambert Mangan of Lincoln's Inn gazed at the card which a junior clerk had just presented in blank astonishment, an astonishment which became speedily blended with dismay.
"Good God, do you see this, Harrison ?" he exclaimed, passing it over to his manager, with whom he had been in consultation.

"Dominey--Sir Everard Dominey--back here in England!" The head clerk glanced at the narrow piece of pasteboard and sighed.
"I'm afraid you will find him rather a troublesome client, sir," he remarked.
His employer frowned.

"Of course I shall," he answered testily.

"There isn't an extra penny to be had out of the estates--you know that, Harrison.

The last two quarters' allowance which we sent to Africa came out of the timber.