That filthy fellow, the Duke of Wharton, from being an empty fop turned himself on a sudden into a Crown attorney to prosecute the peculators.

It was an easy road to fame for him, and the fool had a gift of eloquence.

Stanhope's death is on his conscience--or would be if he had one.

That was six months ago.

When he discovered his error in the case of Stanhope and saw the fatal consequences it had, he ceased his dirty lawyer's work.