"
"Very well," said Donald, rising with spirit. "That means that I'll
have to get another lawyer."
"You'll be making a mistake," said Mr. Gooch, twisting his small
features into a hard knot, and watching Donald closely. "It's a great
risk to change lawyers in the middle of a case. There's a great deal
at stake. You oughtn't to stand back on a question of money at a
critical time like this."
"Good Lord, man! I'm not standing back on a question of money! I'd put
up all I had if it was a million. Do you suppose I would have taken a
job in Frankfort for ten dollars a week if I had any money?"
"But you still hold property!"
"I do, Mr. Gooch, and for reasons you could never understand I shall
continue to hold it. Good day."
"Stop a minute!" Noah Wicker unfolded himself in sections, and got to
his feet.
"Suppose you let me take your case."
Donald and Mr. Gooch looked at him with equal amazement.
"I haven't had much experience," Noah went on slowly and grimly. "I
didn't even know a reputable lawyer could throw a case over in the
middle when a client lost his money. I've got a lot to learn. But I do
know this case from end to end, and I know you, Don Morley.
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