"By Jove," he gurgled, "this will be the case of the year."
The barrister replied not.
"I suppose, Mr. Brett," continued Winter, with well-affected concern, "you
will follow your usual policy, and decide to keep your connection with the
affair hidden?"
"Exactly, and you will follow your usual policy of claiming all the credit
under the magic of the words 'from information received.'"
Winter could afford to be generous.
"Mr. Brett," he cried, "there is no man would be so pleased as I to see
you come out of your shell, and tell the Court all you have done. You
deserve it. It would be the proudest moment of your life."
Then the barrister laughed.
"You have known me for years, Winter," he said, "yet you believe that. Go
to! You are incorrigible!"
The detective did not trouble to extract the exact meaning from this
remark. He understood that Brett would never think of entering the
witness-box. That was all he wanted to know.
"Are you quite certain," he asked, with a last tinge of anxiety in his
voice, "that Ooma will be arrested to-day?"
"Quite certain, if we can accomplish that highly desirable task."
Winter pounded the door of the hansom with his clenched fist
"Then it is done!" he cried. "I'll truss him up like a fowl. If he tries
any tricks I'll borrow the leg-chains from Stowmarket police station.
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