"You saw 'er, you say?"
"Yes."
"What did she say 'xactly?" said Ann.
"Told me to see a s'licitor—tole me to get someone to 'elp me at once. She was there in black—like she used to be—and speaking cool and careful-like. 'Elen! … She's precious 'ard, is 'Elen. She looked at me straight. 'It's my fault,' she said, 'I ought to 'ave warned you.… Only under the circumstances it was a little difficult.' Straight as anything. I didn't 'ardly say anything to 'er. I didn't seem to begin to take it in until she was showing me out. I 'adn't anything to say. Jest as well, perhaps. She talked like a call a'most. She said—what was it she said about her mother? 'My mother's overcome with grief,' she said, 'so naturally everything comes on me.'"
"And she told you to get someone to 'elp you?"
"Yes. I been to old Bean."
"O' Bean?"
"Yes. What I took my business away from!"
"What did he say?"
"He was a bit off'and at first, but then 'e come 'round. He couldn't tell me anything till 'e knew the facts. What I know of young Walshingham, there won't be much 'elp in the facts. No!"
He reflected for a space. "It's a smash-up, Ann. More likely than not, Ann, 'e's left us over'ead in debt. We got to get out of it just 'ow we can.…
