I should not refuse this offer if I were you." Mr.Meyer said not a word.

This advice pleased him even less than the other.

So he went to his third acquaintance.
This third acquaintance was a really excellent fellow, and by profession a judge of the criminal court.

He was always frightfully rude to those with whom he was in any way angry, and if the whole penal code had been his ring, he could not have twisted it round his finger more easily.
Mr.Meyer found the eminent criminal lawyer in the midst of a heap of dusty papers.

Mr.Bordacsi, for that was his name, had an extraordinary faculty for so identifying himself with any complicated case he might take up as to absolutely live and breathe in it.