"He is with us in this case, you know." "The echoes of your fame have reached me, sir," said Anstey, holding out his hand.

"I am proud to know you.

I should have recognised you instantly from the portrait of your lamented uncle in Greenwich Hospital." "Anstey is a wag, you understand," explained Thorndyke, "but he has lucid intervals.

He'll have one presently if we are patient." "Patient!" snorted our eccentric visitor, "it is I who need to be patient when I am dragged into police courts and other sinks of iniquity to plead for common thieves and robbers like a Kennington Lane advocate." "You've been talking to Lawley, I see," said Thorndyke.
"Yes, and he tells me that we haven't a leg to stand upon." "No, we've got to stand on our heads, as men of intellect should.

But Lawley knows nothing about the case." "He thinks he knows it all," said Anstey.
"Most fools do," retorted Thorndyke.