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shrugged aside the suggestion that he actually had feelings and hurried to say, ‘If I can pull Charlie through this without a disaster I can get him onto the straight and narrow and stop her being hurt.’
    â€˜Do you know how often I’ve heard you say that?’ David demanded. ‘And it never works because Charlie knows he can always rely on you to rescue him from trouble. Just for once, don’t save him. Then he’ll learn his lesson.’
    â€˜He’ll also end up with a criminal record, and my mother will have a broken heart,’ Roscoe said harshly. ‘Forget it. There has to be a way to deal with this, and I know what it is. It’s important to put the right person on the case.’
    â€˜I shall naturally deal with this myself—’
    â€˜Of course, but you’ll need a good assistant. I suggest Miss Philippa Jenson.’
    â€˜You know her?’
    â€˜I met her yesterday and was much impressed by her qualities,’ Roscoe declared in a carefully colourless voice. ‘I wantyou to assign her to Charlie with instructions to give him her full attention.’
    â€˜I can give Pippa this case, but I can’t take her off other cases. She’s much in demand. Don’t be fooled by her looks. She’s terrifyingly bright and one of the best in the business. She qualified with some of the highest marks that have ever been seen, and several firms were after her. I got her by playing on her sympathies. She did her pupillage here and I managed to persuade her that she owed me something.’
    â€˜So she really is qualified? She looks so young.’
    â€˜She’s twenty-seven and already becoming well known in the profession. This lady is no mere assistant, but a formidable legal brain.’
    The last three words affected Roscoe strangely. The world vanished, leaving only a young, perfect female body, glowing with life and vigour, dainty waist, generous breasts partly hidden by the luscious hair that tumbled about them, beautiful face glaring at him with disdain.
    A formidable legal brain!
    â€˜What…what did you say?’ he asked with an effort.
    â€˜Are you all right?’
    The vision vanished. He was back in the prosaic offices of Farley & Son, facing David Farley across a prosaic desk, drinking a prosaic cup of tea towards the end of a prosaic afternoon.
    â€˜I’m fine,’ he said quickly. ‘I just need to settle things with Miss Jenson. Can I see her?’
    â€˜She’s in court this afternoon, unless perhaps she’s returned. Hang on.’ He seized the phone, which had rung. ‘Pippa! Speak of the devil! How did it go?… Good…good. So Renton’s pleased. You made his enemies sorry they were born, eh? I knew you would. Look, could you hurry back? I’ve got a new client waiting for you. Apparently you already—’
    He checked, alerted by Roscoe’s violent shake of the head.‘You’re already known to him by repute,’ he amended hastily. ‘See you in a minute.’
    Hanging up, he stared, puzzled. ‘Why didn’t you want me to say you’d already met?’
    â€˜Best not. Start from scratch,’ Roscoe said. Inwardly, he was musing about the name Renton, which he’d glimpsed on the papers he delivered last night, plus a mountain of figures.
    â€˜So she has a very satisfied client?’ he mused.
    â€˜One of many. Lee Renton is a big man in the entertainment field, and getting bigger. There were some grim accusations hurled at him by someone who’d hoped to take advantage of him, and failed. Financial stuff, all lies. I knew Pippa would nail it.’
    â€˜So her adversary is sorry he was born?’ Roscoe queried.
    â€˜Nasty character, up to every trick. But then, so is she. Great on detail, reads each paper through thoroughly. Nothing escapes her. She’ll be here in a moment. The court is just around the corner.’
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