&quot;I don&#39;t know whether there&#39;s a law that stops my doing this, Jim; but if there is, you&#39;ve got to get round it. You&#39;re a lawyer and you know the game. You&#39;re my pal and the best pal I&#39;ve had, Jim, and you&#39;ll do it for me.&quot;<br />The dying man looked up into the old eyes that were watching him with such compassion and read their acquiescence.<br />No greater difference could be imagined than existed between the man on the bed and the slim neat figure who sat by his side. John Millinborn, broad-shouldered, big-featured, a veritable giant in frame and even in his last days suggesting the enormous strength which had been his in his prime, had been an outdoor man, a man of large voice and large capable hands; James Kitson had been a student from his youth up and had spent his manhood in musty offices, stuffy courts, surrounded by crackling briefs and calf-bound law-books.