Oppenheim, E. Phillips (Edward Phillips), 1866-1946 / 2008-07-29 00:00:00

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THE EVIL SHEPHERD BY E. PHILIPS OPPENHEIM



CHAPTER I

Francis Ledsam, alert, well-satisfied with himself and the world,
the echo of a little buzz of congratulations still in his ears,
paused on the steps of the modern Temple of Justice to light a
cigarette before calling for a taxi to take him to his club.
Visions of a whisky and soda--his throat was a little parched
--and a rubber of easy-going bridge at his favourite table, were
already before his eyes. A woman who had followed him from the
Court touched him on the shoulder.
"Can I speak to you for a moment, Mr. Ledsam?"
The barrister frowned slightly as he swung around to confront his
questioner. It was such a familiar form of address.
"What do you want?" he asked, a little curtly.
"A few minutes' conversation with you," was the calm reply. "The
matter is important."
The woman's tone and manner, notwithstanding her plain,
inconspicuous clothes, commanded attention. Francis Ledsam was a
little puzzled. Small things meant much to him in life, and he
had been looking forward almost with the zest of a schoolboy to
that hour of relaxation at his club. He was impatient of even a
brief delay, a sentiment which he tried to express in his
response.
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