Publisher's Synopsis
Francis Ledsam, alert, well-satisfied with himself and the world, the echo of a littlebuzz of congratulations still in his ears, paused on the steps of the modern Templeof Justice to light a cigarette before calling for a taxi to take him to his club. Visionsof a whisky and soda- his throat was a little parched - and a rubber of easy-goingbridge at his favourite table, were already before his eyes. A woman who had followedhim from the Court touched him on the shoulder."Can I speak to you for a moment, Mr. Ledsam?"The barrister frowned slightly as he swung around to confront his questioner. It wassuch a familiar form of address."What do you want?" he asked, a little curtly.
