Chapter xxxiv. Gleninch.
“Aha!” said Benjamin, complacently. “So the lawyer thinks, as I do, that you will be highly imprudent if you go back to Mr. Dexter? A hard-headed, sensible man the lawyer, no doubt. You will listen to Mr. Playmore, won’t you, though you wouldn’t listen to me?”
(I had of course respected Mr. Playmore’s confidence in me when Benjamin and I met on my return to the hotel. Not a word relating to the lawyer’s horrible suspicion of Miserrimus Dexter had passed my lips.)
“You must forgive me, my old friend,” I said, answering Benjamin. “I am afraid it has come to this — try as I may, I can listen to nobody who advises me. On our way here I honestly meant to be guided by Mr. Playmore — we should never have taken this long journey if I had not honestly meant it. I have tr
