I said, “Mr. Pack, this is Strachan, of Owen, Dalhousie, and Peters. I believe you’ve had a letter from a client of mine, Miss Jean Paget.”
“Aye, that’s right,” he said. “You’re her solicitor, are you? The one that’s her trustee?”
“That is correct,” I said. “I’ve had a letter from her, too. I was thinking it might be a good thing if we got together, Mr. Pack, and had a talk about it.”
“Well, that suits me,” he replied. “She asked for a list of what she’d want to start up in a small way. I got a list together, but I haven’t got all the f.o.b. prices in yet.”
I made an appointment with him for the following Friday when he expected to be in London on other business. He came to see me then at my office. He was a small, fat, cheerful man, very much of a works manager. He brought with him a
