Mr. Scott took out his notebook and made an entry.
"How about that power of attorney?"
"It seemed all right. I don't know. We never had anything just like it in the law school."
Ralston burst out laughing.
"How old are you, Jim?"
"Twenty-five."
"Well, just wait ten years, and if you ever see a legal paper that looks like anything but a page out of Doomsday call my attention to it, will you?"
"Well, it's got a seal, anyway."
"How about those antelope heads from Livingston that were being mounted?"
"Wilcox telephoned they'd be shipped to-morrow."