The lawyer smiled. “I was hoping that you would think of that course, though, for obvious reasons I did not care to suggest it. It will be much simpler for you merely to have monies paid into your account instead of occupying perhaps several hours per week in worrying over investments.” He laughed a little. “You would require an office and at least a couple of clerks, Joy.”
“Oh dear!” laughed Joy, “that must never be.”
“Then I will take the burden off your hands, and you will have to give me power of attorney.”
“What is that?” inquired Joy, adding merrily, “I am discovering an abysmal ignorance in myself.” Sir Joseph explained, and the girl nodded. “Of course. There is no difficulty about that. It only gives you the right to continue to exercise the powers you have had up to now, and it will save me a great deal of worry. I suppose there will be another document to sign?”
“Yes,” answered the lawyer smilingly. “One more document to sign. Fortunately I anticipated what your wishes would be; and I had it prepared.” He looked at his son. “We must have a witness, Adrian. Just ring for Benson, will you?”
The young lawyer touched a bell, and a moment later a clerk entered.
“Yes, Sir Joseph.”
“In a moment, Benson. I want you to witness Miss Gargrave’s signature.”
He went to the safe, took from it yet another document which he gave to the girl.
“Read it, Joy.”