I have never thought much of Moffat, myself.

He wins his cases but--" "He will win this," I muttered.
Clifton started; looked at me very closely for a minute, paled a little--I fear that I was very pale myself--but did not ask the question rising to his lips.
"There is method in the madness of a man like that," I pursued with a gloom I could not entirely conceal.

"He has come upon some evidence which he has not even communicated to his client.

At least, I fear so.

We must be prepared for any untoward event." Then, noticing Clifton's alarm and wishing to confine it within safe bounds, I added: "I feel that I am almost as much on trial as Arthur himself.