'Let me interduce you to the new owner,' said the obsequious skipper, as he led up Geordie, who had a smile on him large enough to cut a mainsail out of.
'Oh,' said the lawyer, 'then this is Mr. Potts?'
'That's me,' said Geordie. 'Have you brought any money with you? I owes Mr. Ware five thousand and Mr. Brose fifteen.'
The lawyer smiled.
'I'm afraid there's some mistake, Mr. Potts. Your uncle left a will after all.'
Geordie's jaw dropped, and so did Ware's. But Brose's fell as falls the barometer in the centre of a cyclone.
'And me—did he leave me nothin'?' roared Geordie.
'Oh yes,' said the solicitor. 'Mr. Gray, will you kindly give me that cash-box you are carrying?'
And the agent handed him the cash-box.
'He left you this,' said the lawyer. 'And in this sealed envelope is the key.'