"No, Paul. How could I?"
"And that man has no suspicion?"
"No; he did not see me."
He could not see a ray of light in the darkness anyhow. He saw no
means whereby he could solve this great puzzle. Everything was mad
confusion.
He heard the key turning in the lock.
"I must wait; I must think, think, mother. Meanwhile, do nothing."
The door opened, and a moment later his mother left the cell, leaving
Paul alone.
CHAPTER XX
MAN AND WIFE
A number of men were dining in the principal hotel in Manchester. They
all belonged to the legal profession, and had been drawn thither by the
assizes which were being held. Most of them were men who had won a
position in the realm of the law, and were now visiting Manchester
because their profession had called them thither. They were attached
to the Northern Circuit, and were doing their best to make their stay
in the smoky metropolis as pleasant as possible. A few there were who
were as yet hungry for briefs and could not get them, but who deemed it
a privilege and an honour to be invited to dine with their more
successful brethren.
Perhaps there is no profession in the land which offer greater
possibilities than that of the Bar. On the other hand, there is no
calling more fraught with disappointment. Many there are who, after a
brilliant University career, and having adopted the Bar as a
profession, have to wait year after year without even earning the
salary of a four-loom weaver. Proud, sensitive men as some of them
are, to have to wait around on the chance of getting a brief must be
exquisite torture. Yet such are the chances of the Bar that many
undergo the ordeal in the hope that by and by success will come. There
were some of these at the gathering which I have just mentioned. They
had accepted the invitation to dine with their successful brethren, not
without hope that some crumbs might fall from the rich man's table and
be enjoyed by them. Added to this, Judge Bolitho, who had won such
renown while practising as a barrister on the Northern Circuit, and now
appointed judge at the High Court of Justice, was also present. Some
of the younger men regarded him with a certain amount of awe, and they
wondered whether the time would come when they, who now depended upon
the goodwill of their friends, might aspire to the heights which he had
reached. After all, it was not impossible, for the Bar, like every
other profession, was a gamble.
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