_Ne sutor ultra crepidam_, sir, is an excellent motto; let the medical cobbler stick to his medical last." "It remains to be seen what kind of boot he can turn out on the legal last," I retorted.
"That is so," he rejoined; "but I hear Mrs.Hornby's voice in the outer office, and as neither you nor I have any time to waste in idle talk, I suggest that you make your way to the court without delay.

I wish you good morning!" Acting on this very plain hint, I retired to the clerks' office, where I found Mrs.Hornby and Juliet, the former undisguisedly tearful and terrified, and the latter calm, though pale and agitated.
"We had better start at once," I said, when we had exchanged greetings.
"Shall we take a cab, or walk ?" "I think we will walk, if you don't mind," said Juliet.

"Mrs.Hornby wants to have a few words with you before we go into court.

You see, she is one of the witnesses, and she is terrified lest she should say something damaging to Reuben." "By whom was the subpoena served ?" I asked.
"Mr.Lawley sent it," replied Mrs.Hornby, "and I went to see him about it the very next day, but he wouldn't tell me anything--he didn't seem to know what I was wanted for, and he wasn't at all nice--not at all." "I expect your evidence will relate to the 'Thumbograph,'" I said.
"There is really nothing else in connection with the case that you have any knowledge of." "That is just what Walter said," exclaimed Mrs.Hornby.

"I went to his rooms to talk the matter over with him.