“It’s rough work, Miss Waters,” said Melville.
“I don’t mind that. It’s fun. And I want to help. I really do want to help—Mr. Chatteris.”
“You know, that’s encouraging.”
“I could go around with you in my bath chair?”
“It would be a picnic,” said Chatteris.
“I mean to help anyhow,” said the Sea Lady.
“You know the case for the plaintiff?” asked Melville.
She looked at him.
“You’ve got your arguments?”
“I shall ask them to vote for Mr. Chatteris, and afterwards when I see them I shall remember them and smile and wave my hand. What else is there?”
“Nothing,” said Chatteris, and shut the lid on Melville. “I wish I had an argument as good.”
“What sort of people are they here?” asked Melville. “Isn’t there a smuggling interest to conciliate?”
“I haven’t asked that,” said Chatteris. “
