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surer ground. "I wonder if they have any idea that you have observed them so accurately," he remarked.

She looked alarmed, although not entirely without a flash of humor.

"My goodness, I hope not! They avoid me rapidly enough as it is, because they know I shall ask them for money, if I can manage it-at times and in places where it will be hard for them to refuse."

His eyes widened. "I hadn't realized you were so ruthless."

"You weren't meant to," she retorted.

A flicker of genuine admiration touched him bringing with it a pleasure he clung to. "I shall immediately forget," he promised. "Let us speak of other things. I am sure there must be some current event that is worthy of debate."

The following day was Saturday; no courts were in session. Normally Rathbone would have spent at least the morning looking through documents for the following week. Finally he made up his mind to face the issue that had been troubling him for several days. He was at last honest enough to admit that ignoring it was an evasion. There would be no right time, no appropriate words.

He excused himself to Margaret without explanation. This was not out of the ordinary; he had deliberately developed the habit of not telling her, often because it was confidential. He said simply that he would return before lunch.

It was a short cab ride to Arthur Ballinger's house. He would have preferred to have this conversation in offices, where there was no possibility of domestic interruption, and no need whatever for Margaret's mother to know that he had called. But he felt he could no longer put it off, or risk professional obligations delaying it yet further.

The maid welcomed him, and he hoped for one breathless moment that he might escape without having to explain himself to his mother-in-law. But she must have heard the door because she came down the stairs with a broad smile, greeting him warmly.

"How delightful to see you, Oliver. You look very well. I hope you are?" She meant "very formal," because he was in his business clothes. He wished Arthur Ballinger would appreciate the gravity of what he was going to ask. Neither friendship nor ties of marriage altered the moral issues involved.

"In excellent health, thank you, Mama-in-law," he replied. "And so is Margaret. I am sure she would have sent you her best wishes had she known I was coming; however, the matter is confidential. It is Mr. Ballinger I need to see. I believe he can advise me in a matter of some importance. Is he at home?" He knew it was Ballinger's habit, as it was his own, to prepare for the following week on a Saturday morning. For one thing, it enabled him to avoid the various domestic or social requirements his wife might ask of him.

"Why, yes, certainly he is at home," she answered, a little crestfallen. She had been hoping it was a personal visit, to lighten the tedium of the morning. "Does he expect you?"

"No. I am afraid I have only just resolved to consult him. I apologize for the inconvenience."

"It is no inconvenience at all." She brushed it aside. "You are always welcome." And with a swish of her abundant skirt she led him across the hall to the study door, where she knocked. At the sound of Ballinger's voice, she opened it and announced Rathbone's presence.

Ballinger had no possible choice but to invite Rathbone in, as if he were delighted to see him. However, as soon as the door was closed, the tension was palpable in the air, in spite of the pretense. They both remained standing.

Ballinger hesitated for a moment, obviously debating how frank to be, and decided on the least possible frankness. "I can't imagine what you could wish my advice for, but of course if I can help then I shall be happy to. Please make yourself comfortable." He waved to the other large armchair opposite his own. "Would you care for tea? Or perhaps something cold?"

Rathbone could afford no time for niceties, and he knew acceptance would mean at least two interruptions, one to request the tea and a second to accept it. "No, thank you," he declined. "I don't wish to disturb you longer than necessary." He sat down, mostly to establish his intention to remain until the business was concluded.

Ballinger sat also, so as not to give the impression that he was urging Rathbone to leave.

Rathbone plunged in. It was not going to get