This Stoner affair, of course, has upset Cotherstone dreadfully.
Stoner knew how that half-sheet of foolscap had come into his possession.
"Thirty years is a long time, sir," observed Stoner politely.
"Most respectable solicitor in Highmarket," answered Stoner, promptly.
The place in which they met was an appropriate one—for Stoner's purpose.
Something within Stoner was urging him on to go straight to the point.
"Here's a convenient spot," said Stoner, with a nasty laugh.
But he found that Stoner was not to be stared down, and eventually he spoke.
Stoner laughed, looked round, and then leaned his head forward.
Now which on us would you be inclined to fix it on, Mr. Stoner?