He pointed out
methods by which they could evade obnoxious statutes, by which they
could comply with the apparent letter of the law and yet violate
its spirit, and advised them well in that most important of all
things, just how far they could bend the law without breaking it.
At the time he left for Paris he had a vast clientage and was in
the midst of a brilliant career. The day he took passage from New
York, the bar lost sight of him. No matter how great a man may be,
the wave soon closes over him in a city like this. In a few years
Mason was forgotten. Now only the older practitioners would recall
him, and they would do so with hatred and bitterness. He was a
tireless, savage, uncompromising fighter, always a recluse."
"Well," said Walcott, "he reminds me of a great world-weary cynic,
transplanted from some ancient mysterious empire. When I come into
the man's presence I feel instinctively the grip of his intellect.
I tell you, St. Clair, Randolph Mason is the mysterious man of New
York."
At this moment a messenger boy came into the room and handed Mr.
Walcott a telegram.
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