Waymark was able, whilst in court, to make up his mind as to how he
should act. When he left he took his way northwards, having in view
St. John Street Road, and Mr. Woodstock's house.
When he had waited about half an hour, the old man appeared. He gave
his hand in silence. Something seemed to be preoccupying him; he
went to his chair in a mechanical way.
"I have come on rather serious business," Waymark began. "I want to
ask your advice in a very disagreeable matter--a criminal case, in
fact."
Abraham did not at once pay attention, but the last words presently
had their effect, and he looked up with some surprise.
"What have you been up to?" he asked, with rather a grim smile,
leaning back and thrusting his hands in his pockets in the usual
way.
"It only concerns myself indirectly. It's all about a girl, who is
charged with a theft she is perhaps quite innocent of. If so, she is
being made the victim of a conspiracy, or something of the kind. She
was remanded to-day at Westminster for a week."
"A girl, eh? And what's your interest in the business?"
"Well, if you don't mind I shall have to go a little into detail.
You are at liberty?"
"Go on."
"She is a friend of mine.
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