"Quite so," acquiesced the lawyer, "and I apologize for not observing them, but I really can't allow you to lose control of your brother John's fortune without at least making the effort to guide you properly."
"No, of course not," muttered his vis-à-vis. "God knows how I should ever pay your fees if I did——"
The lawyer opened wide his eyes as if he did not quite comprehend.
"Pay my fees? Why, my dear Marsh, I don't want to be paid fees——"
"No?"
"You don't suppose I'm working for mere fees, do you? I'll tell you what I'm after when we get control of the estate."
"We?" echoed Jimmy interrogatively.
"Oui—oui"—snapped Cooley. "That's French for 'yes.' Do you imagine that Bascom Cooley intends to desert you after the battle is won? No—no—he will help you handle your victory."
"Quite so—quite so," nodded Jimmy vacuously, "but at the same time——"
"There is no same time," snapped Mr. Cooley; "you take your tempo from me." Holding up his hand he demonstrated with his fingers: "Move number 1—give her a regular allowance and regulate all expenditure. Move number 2—turn all her father's investments into cash. Move number 3—reinvest the cash, so that we can handle the profits."