"And I love Charity," interpolated Macandrew enthusiastically.
"Then show a trifle of it," retorted Haskins, punning on the name, "by helping me, as I have helped you. If it had not been for me, Mr. Toddy, your future mother-in-law would not have consented to this marriage."
Tod shook his friend's hand vigorously. "You're one of the best. Anything I can do--by the way, what am I to do?"
"Forget Charity for ten minutes in the first place, and get into this approaching hansom in the second. I intend to drive you to my rooms."
"What!" Tod pulled out his watch to read the time by the light of the street lamp under which they were standing. "It's past twelve."
"James Ian Robert Roy Macandrew, are you or are you not my legal adviser?"
"Of course I am, and--oh----" Tod broke off hastily.
"I knew that I had something to tell you--about that will, you know."
"Will! Then there is a will?" gasped Gerald, signaling to a hansom.
"Yes. The will of Captain Julian Durham, who----"