Chapter 7
There was a good deal of speculation at the Sheridan Club, of
which he was a popular and much envied member, as to the cause for
the complete disappearance from their midst of Francis Ledsam since
the culmination of the Hilditch tragedy.
“Sent back four topping briefs, to my knowledge, last week,” one
of the legal luminaries of the place announced to a little group of
friends and fellow-members over a before-dinner cocktail.
“Griggs offered him the defence of William Bull, the Chippenham
murderer, and he refused it,” another remarked. “Griggs wrote him
personally, and the reply came from the Brancaster Golf Club! It
isn’t like Ledsam to be taking golfing holidays in the middle of
the session.”
“There’s nothing wrong with Ledsam,” declared a gruff voice from
the corn
