I wouldn't be in _that_ young
lord's shoes!"
He shook his head at the thought, and fell to considering the matter and
in a most sympathetic frame of mind if the truth be told.
Half-an-hour passed, another sped by. The crowd now worried him very
little, and judging from one or two folk that drifted out of the court
room, with rather pale faces and set mouths, as though they had heard
something that sickened them, and were going to be out of it before the
end came, Petrie began to think that that end was approaching very near.
And he hadn't seen Mr. Cleek go into the place, or Dollops either! Funny
thing that. In his phone message that morning, Mr. Cleek had said he
would be at the court sharp at one, and it was half-past two now. Well,
he was sorry the guv'nor hadn't turned up in time. He'd be disappointed,
no doubt, and after all the telephoning and hunting up of directories
that he himself had done personally that very morning, Mr. Cleek would be
feeling rather "off it" if he turned up too late.
Petrie took a few steps up and down, and his eyes roamed the Strand
leisurely.
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