Pettifer sealed up the cuttings in a fresh envelope and gave them to Hazlewood and went out with him to the door.
"Of course," said the old man, "if your legal experience, Robert, leads you to think that we should be justified--" "But it doesn't," Pettifer was quick to interpose.

He recognised his brother-in-law's intention to throw the discredit of the trick upon his shoulders but he would have none of it.

"No, Hazlewood," he said cheerfully: "it's not a plan which a high-class lawyer would be likely to commend to a client." "Then I am afraid that I couldn't do it." "All right," said Pettifer with his hand upon the latch of the front door.

"Thresk's chambers are in King's Bench Walk." He added the number.
"I simply couldn't think of it," Hazlewood repeated as he crossed the pavement to his car.
"Perhaps not," said Pettifer.

"You have the envelope?
Yes.