winning my case?â You see, Mr Constad â your husband â had mentioned this Partridge before. He said he was too busy to take on my case, but this Partridge would look after me. But âNoâ, I said, âI can choose who I want and Iâve been told youâre the best and my son will pay. Itâs not as if youâre not going to get your money.ââ
I had poured Evelyn Wainwright a cup of tea and she tried to take a sip of it straightaway, but it was too hot and she went on talking. She didnât look at me as she talked, but at a fixed point straight ahead of her on the carpet, as if she was trying to balance.
âYou see, I know I have a case. I know that with a clever man to speak up for me, I could win. But itâs not a usual case, you see, mother against son, and I knew Mr Constad didnât want to take me on. He wanted to give me to Partridge, but I said no. And then the next time I went to see him â I had an appointment with him â his secretary said: âMr Constad canât see you today, but Mr Partridge will see you.â So I said: âWhat is all this? It isnât as if my son wonât have to pay and I want to see the best man. I need a really good man, or I shall lose. With Partridge Iâll lose, I know I will.â So I went home without seeing anyone. I wouldnât see Partridge.
âThen a day or two later, I rang up for an appointment with Mr Constad and that secretary said: âOh no, Iâm afraid Mr Constad is ill and wonât be available for some time. Can I suggest you see Mr Partridge?â So I said again: âWhat is all this? Maybe Iâm not Burt Lancaster, but I can pay!â And all sheâd say was, âMr Constadâs been taken ill. Heâs very ill and canât see anyone.ââ
Evelyn Wainwrightâs eyes blinked faster and faster as she spoke. She tried her tea again, took a sip, then another and on the third sip looked up at me.
âIâm not explaining myself well, am I?â she said, âYou see, since all this has happened, my nerves have been terrible. I know what it is now to suffer from nerves and I never thought I would because I never suffer from any kind of nervous complaint and now I canât sleep or do anything properly because all I can think of is my home being sold under my feet, just taken away from me and Iâm quite powerless. And your husband was the one man, you see, they told me might win my case â the one man. And now of course heâs ill and canât help me and I know I wonât win with Partridge. Partridge is younger than my son!â
After a pause, during which Evelyn Wainwright drank the rest of the tea, I said: âIâd like to know more about it, Mrs Wainwright. Perhaps, if my husband recovers, he could do something for you . . .â
âOh no. Itâs quite wrong of me to have come. I didnât know he was really ill, you see. I thought that was just a downright lie. Heâs in the hospital then?â
âYes. In a nursing home. He gets very good care.â
âAnd when will he be out, Mrs Constad? I keep asking them at his office, but they say they canât say.â
âNo, well, no one can say really. Heâs had a very severe stroke. He just lies there and we all wait and wonder.â
âIâm sorry if heâs ill. I dare say there must be other people, solicitors I mean, who could help me win, but I was told your husband was the very best. They said heâd fight for me.â
âWell, Iâm sure he would have done. Though he doesnât win all his cases. Heâs lost some quite important ones. I expect he would have tried to win yours. He always tries to win.â
âI need a fighter, you see Mrs Constad. Someone who can stand up and say thereâs right on my side. Because I know there is. I mean, Iâve lived in my house for thirty-seven years.