I know why you wanted to see me - she sent you.

She? Mrs. Paradine doesn't even know that I'm here. She had nothing to do with it.

It seems I'm wrong then.

Why would she send me?

She might have her reasons.

I don't know what they might be.

But perhaps you don't know her as I do.

Mrs. Paradine is my client. I know her as her lawyer, that's sufficient for me.

You may not think it, but you're on the wrong side, sir, and I tell you so.

What do you mean exactly by that? You'd better make yourself clear.

Excuse me, sir. You have only known Mrs. Paradine since she is in prison. Is it not so?

Yes.

Then how can you know her? If you did, I should not need to tell you that only Almighty God or the black Devil himself knows what's going on in that head of hers.

I won't hear anything more against her.

I know what I'm talking about; what I say is true. I know her. And I will tell you one thing more, I will tell you about Mrs. Paradine - she's bad, bad to the bone! If ever there was an evil woman, she is one.

Would you mind getting out of here? I don't want any dirty, lying sneaks in my room. Get out!

Very good, sir, as you wish. [leaving] If you would allow me, sir, I'm very sorry for you - and God help you.