“But how can he say my bill is too high when he doesn’t know how much it is?”
Mason shrugged his shoulders. “That,” he said, “is something you’ll have to take up with Sabin. Of course, you know how it is, Bolding. If an executor approves the charge against the estate, it goes right through. If he doesn’t approve it, then you have to bring suit to establish your claim. In case you don’t know it, it’s a long way to Tipperary.”
Bolding gazed down at the blotter on his desk for several thoughtful seconds.
Mason stretched, yawned prodigiously, and said, “Well, I guess I’ll be going. I’ve got lots of work to do.”
“Wait a minute,” Bolding said, as Mason rose to start toward the door. “That attitude isn’t fair.”
“Probably not,” Mason agreed carelessly. “However, Sabin is my client and that’s what he says. You understand how it is dealing with clients, Bolding. We have to follow our client’s wishes and instructions.”
“But it’s so manifestly unfair,” Bolding protested.
“I don’t think it is,” Mason said.
“You don’t?”
“No.”