Chapter 3
Roger’s relief at leaving his parents’ house behind him was tempered by a fair amount of nerves at the thought of settling in at his new office. Mr. Forrester’s letter requesting him to present himself on Monday morning had been a masterpiece of brevity, with no mention of whether he was aware that Roger had been a C.O. in the war. Roger supposed he must be—surely old Venables would have mentioned it at least in passing—but he should have liked to have known for sure.
The offices of Forrester & Lindley were in a narrow, old-fashioned street not far from Lincoln’s Inn. As Roger hesitated by the door, a brace of bewigged barristers, pink-ribboned court briefs in hand, strode importantly past, no doubt on their way to the Law Courts on the Strand. Their gowns fluttered in their wa
