"I don't.

I don't know it at all--I can't think, of course, who this man could be, to have my name and address.

I thought he might have been some country solicitor, wanting my professional services, you know," he went on, with a shy smile at Spargo; "but, three--three o'clock in the morning, eh ?" "The doctor," observed Rathbury, "the doctor thinks he had been dead about two and a half hours." Breton turned to the inner door.
"I'll--I'll just tell these ladies I'm going out for a quarter of an hour," he said.

"They're going over to the court with me--I got my first brief yesterday," he went on with a boyish laugh, glancing right and left at his visitors.

"It's nothing much--small case--but I promised my fiancee and her sister that they should be present, you know.