Evening star., 1923-07-04
The EVIL SHEPHERD
By E. Phillips Oppenheim.
CONTINUED from yesterday
(osyynsh4. lsas. BY Little Brown q oe)

CONTINUED from yesterday
ITO call upon you in Charges street,
sir"
What for?"
I was going to ask you if you
would be 80 kind az to call upon Miss
Daisy Hyslop. sir"
Francis smiled.
Great minds" he murmured. i
will see the young lady this after
The detective raised his hat. They
had reached the spot where his COM
panion turned Off by the Horse Guards
Parade.
II may hope to hear from you then,
sir?,
within the course Of a day or two.
perhaps earlier" Francis promised.
Francis continued his walk along
the Embankment to his chambers In
the Temple. He glanced in the outer
office as he passed to his consulting
room.
Anything fresh. AngraveT' he
asked his head clerk.
Nothing whatever. sir" was the
quiet reply.
He passed on to his own den--a
bare room with long windows looking 9
out over the gardens. He glanced al
the two or three letters which lay on
his desk, none of them Of the least
interest, and leaning back in his
chair commenced to fll his pipe.
There was knock at the door.
Fawsitt. q young beginner at the bar.
in whom he had taken some interest
himself.
Ledsam?" he asked.
by all means" was the prompt re-
sponse. sit down."
Fawsitt seated himself on the other
-td 90 hA to q
thin face, dark. narrow eyes, un-
wholesome complexion. a slightly
hooked nose, and teeth disco1ored
through constant smoking. His
fingers. too. bore the tell-tale yellow
"Mr. Ledsam," he said. "I think.
with your permission, should like to
leave at the end OF my next three
months"
Francis glanced across at him.
Sorry to hear that Fawsitt. Are
you going to work for any one else?''
sir" the young man replied. Il
thought of Offering myself to Mr..
Barnes"
why do you want to leave me:'
Francis asked.
There isn't enough for me to do,
sir"
Francis lit his pipe.
IT'S probably just lull, Fawsitt."
he remarked.
II don't think SO, sir"
"The devil! You've been gossiping
with some Of these solicitors clerks,
Fawsitt."
II shouldn't call 1t gossiping. sir.
I am always interested to hear any
thing that may concern our-my
future. I have reason to believe. sir,
that We are being passed over for
briefs"
THE reason being?"
"One can't pick and choose. sir,
One shouldn't, anyway"
Francis smiled.
You evidently don't approve Of any
measure of personal choice as to the
work which one takes up"
Certainly I do not sir. in our pro-
fession. The only brief 1 would re-
fuse would be losing or an ill-paid
one. ! don't conceive 1t to be our
business to pretudge a case"
Il see" Francis murmured. go on
Fawsitt."
There's a rumor about" the young
| man continued. that you are only
going to plead where the chances are
| that your clinet is innocent"
There's some truth in that" Fran
els admitted.
IT 1 could leave a little before the
three months. sir, l should be glad,
Fawsitt said. IT look at the matter
from an entirely different point OF
view"
you shall leave when you like, OF
course. Fawsitt. but tell me what that
point of view is?"
Just this, sir. The simplest
minded idiot who ever stammered
through his address, can get an in
nocent prisoner of IL he knows
enough Of the facts and the law. Tc
my mind, the real triumph in our pro.
fesston is to be able to unwind the
verdict for an indubitably guilty
client"
How does the moral side Of tina,
appeal to your" his senior inquired.
Il didn't become barrister to study
morals. or even to consider them
was the somewhat caustio reply
when once a brief is in my mind. II
| 10 q matter Of brain, cunning and
resource. The guiitier man. the
greater the success II you can get
And "Aaa .! turn him loose again upon
at isn't our job to consider that
| sir. The moral question is only con-
| fusing In the matter. Our job is tc
make use of the law for the benefit
Of our client. That's what we're paid
for. That's the measure OF our sue.
cess or failure"
Francis nodded.
VERY reasonably put, Fawsitt." he
| conceded. "I'll give you q letter te
Barnes whenever you like"
II should be glad II you would dc
so. sir" the young man said. I'm
| only wasting my time here"
Francis wrote q letter OF recon.
mendation to Barnes, the great X. c.
| considered a stray brief which hat
! sound its way in, and strolled uI
toward the Milan as the hour ap.
preached luncheon time; In the
he found the young man he was
| looking fora faxen-haired youtf
| who was seated upon one of the
! small tables. with his feet upon q
chair. laying down the law to little
| group of acquaintances. He greeted
Francis cordially but without thai
| due measure Of respect which nine
| teen should accord to thirty-hve.
"Cheerio, my elderly relative" ht
! exclaimed. Have a cocktail?"
Francis nodded assent.
Come into this corner with ms
| for a moment. Charles" he invited
'I have a word for your ear"
The young man rose and sat by hi
| uncle's side on q settee.
TN my declining years." this latter
began" find myself reverting to the
follies Of youth. I require letter OF
lady Of your acquaintance"
The devil! Not one Of my owr
| special little pets, I hope"
Her name Is Miss Daisy Hyslop,'
Francis announced.
Lord Charles Southover pursed his
lips and whistled. He glanced a.
Francis sideways
'Is this the beginning Of cam.
paign amongst the butterflies" he in
quired. "because, II so. feel it m,
duty, uncle, to address to you a few
words of solemn warning. Miss
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