They reached the lodgings and went in together. Arthur saw his Judge comfortably settled by the fire and supplied with his tumbler of weak brandy and hot water before he noticed a telegram, addressed to himself, lying on the table. He opened and read it, and then came to Sir Christopher and put it into his hands. "I think I should have had to ask you to let me go anyhow--apart from Mr. Derwent." Sir Christopher read: "Heavy brief come in from Wills and Mayne coming on soon please return early as possible--Henry." "Hum! That sounds like business. Who are Wills and Mayne?" "I haven't an idea. They gave me that County Court case I told you about. But I don't in the least know why they come to me." "That's part of the fun of the dear old game. You can never tell! I got a big case once by going to the races. Found a fellow there who'd backed a winner and got very drunk. He'd lost his hat and his scarf-pin before I arrived on the scene, but I managed to save his watch, put him inside my hansom, and brought him home. To show his gratitude, he made his lawyers put me in a case he had. First and last, it was worth four or five hundred guineas to me. I believe I'd had a good deal of champagne too, which probably made me very valiant! Well, you must go at once, as early as you can to-morrow morning, and send a wire ahead--no, Williams can telephone--to say you're coming. You mustn't take any risks over this. It ought to be a real start for you." He stretched out his hands before the fire. "Your start chimes in with my finish!" He looked up at Arthur with a sly smile. "How are the nerves going to be, if you run up against Brother Pretyman in the course of this great case of yours?" "I wish he was retiring, instead of you!" laughed Arthur. "If you really know your case, he can't hurt you. You may flounder a bit, but if you really know it you'll get it out at last." "I'm all right when once I get excited," said Arthur, remembering Mr. Tiddes. "Oh, you'll be all right! Now go to bed. It's late, and you must be stirring early to-morrow. I'll say good-bye now--I'm not good at early hours." "I'm awfully sorry it's over, and I don't know how to thank you." "Never mind that. You think of your brief. Be off with you! I'll stay here a little while, and meditate over my past sins." He held out his hand and Arthur took it. They exchanged a long clasp. "The road's before you, Arthur. God bless you!"