"I beg your pardon, Mr. Thorne. Are you retained? I didn't know.
Challoner said nothing of it. Why didn't you tell me, Mr. Challoner?"
"I didn't know it," Challoner told him shortly. "But it's all right--I
suppose Mrs. Challoner retained him."
"Yes, she did," Thorne informed him.
"Well, I'm sorry, Thorne," said Murgatroyd. "If I had known you were in
the case----"
"Sorry!" echoed Thorne. "This is outrageous! I went up to the jail this
morning and my client was not there." He waved his arm as if addressing
a jury. "And when they told me that you--you had the effrontery to have
him brought down here--for the third degree--This is a matter for the
_Morning Mail_."
Murgatroyd lolled back in his chair and lit a fresh cigar. Presently he
said:--
"Thorne, my duty is to the people as well as to your client; so far I've
done my duty to both. Go to the _Morning Mail_ if you want to."
"And leave my client here alone!" said Thorne, doggedly. He shook his
head to let Challoner see what a determined man he was.
Murgatroyd leaned back over his desk and for a moment busied himself
with his papers. Then he announced:--
"Mr. Thorne, your client is going back to jail at once;" and added
jokingly: "If you wish to ride with him in the van, you may do so." And
with that he ordered Challoner taken away.