Troy.
"Look here," said Old Sharon; "I give you an opinion for your guinea;
but, mind this, it's an opinion founded on hearsay--and you know as a
lawyer what that is worth. Venture your ten pounds--in plain English,
pay me for my time and trouble in a baffling and difficult case--and
I'll give you an opinion founded on my own experience."
"Explain yourself a little more clearly," said Mr. Troy. "What do you
guarantee to tell us if we venture the ten pounds?"
"I guarantee to name the person, or the persons, on whom the suspicion
really rests. And if you employ me after that, I guarantee (before you
pay me a halfpenny more) to prove that I am right by laying my hand on
the thief."
"Let us have the guinea opinion first," said Mr. Troy.
Old Sharon made another frightful exhibition of the whole inside of his
mouth; his laugh was louder and fiercer than ever. "I like you!" he said
to Mr. Troy, "you are so devilish fond of your money. Lord! how rich you
must be! Now listen. Here's the guinea opinion: Suspect, in this case,
the very last person on whom suspicion could possibly fall."
Moody, listening attentively, started, and changed color at those last
words. Mr. Troy looked thoroughly disappointed and made no attempt to
conceal it.
"Is that all?" he asked.
"All?" retorted the cynical vagabond. "You're a pretty lawyer! What more
can I say, when I don't know for certain whether the witness who has
given me my information has misled me or not? Have I spoken to the girl
and formed my own opinion? No! Have I been introduced among the servants
(as errand-boy, or to clean the boots and shoes, or what not), and
have I formed my own judgement of _them?_ No! I take your opinions for
granted, and I tell you how I should set to work myself if they
were _my_ opinions too--and that's a guinea's-worth, a devilish good
guinea's-worth to a rich man like you!"
Old Sharon's logic produced a certain effect on Mr.
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