"There's nothing in it about renting the place."
"Exec'tor's powers broad," said the judge. "Gen'ral law of trustees. Governed by will, though. Princ'ples governing construction of will—"
But just then the judge was in no condition to enunciate them. His voice trailed off into a murmur and his head dropped.
"I'll come in again," said Angus, "and pay for your advice. What do you charge, judge?"
"Charge!" muttered the judge lifting his head. "Charge, Chester, charge! On, Stan—"
"Your fee," Angus interrupted.
"Oh, fee!" said the judge. "Yes, fee. Very proper. Fund'mental princ'ple of law, never neglect fee. Fifty dollars!"
"Fifty dollars!" Angus gasped.
"Merely nom'nal fee," the judge murmured. "Avoid lit'gation, young man, 'void lit'gation!" And his head fell forward and he slept.
Disappointed in obtaining legal advice from the judge, Angus left his office. He was determined, however, to know where he stood, and two days afterward he entered the judge's office again. This time the judge was sober and busy.